Flickr Friday


Amorous Thoughts – The photographer is sitting at the bar, knitting amorous thoughts, before, underneath it gets to hot to bear. The party hat slid off his head, resting crookedly on his shoulder. Out of the baby shoes, into decay, he is laughing and falls off the stool

, on the photos from nineteenhundreteighty his expression one of an old man’s, serious and fully furrowed knees battered and mother’s fibrous potato soup smells of bacon and parsley. To this an Aquavit, I call, time tastes slower this night.

Text by Anna Töws

Image © Dylan Shaw

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