start breaking my heart
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Ahahah, Niall you know that i'm always shooting from the other side of that window. I'll buy you a pint on the other side
so much to see..inside your head..
I love that kind of shots. Multi-layred with reflections. Beautiful image Niall. Vote
Kelly Clark Moncure
looks like you're having fun
Without a mask you wouldn't be a mirror.With shiny deceptions and transparent lies.Just air without time and a space without color.A voice turned upon itself into knots without questions and reason to fall away as veils without weave.The shape of your voice chameleons my fancy, as I am rapt with my soul to things that don't matter.
La qualité principale d'un photographe?
I second Ana's "Hollow Men" theory.
The camera is almost obliterated with the reflection of the window from the back of the bar. That is what draws me in - the view which you see, mixed with the absence of the very thing that has brought us that "view".
Damn fine. Been meaning to catch up with your recent work and this is the first thing I've seen; the lights of the bar, appearing where your eyes should be (well, still are, obviously, but hey) give it a futuristic feel, and I like the way you've used the curtain. Cool and, not sure if it's the intention, but ever-so-slightly disturbing.
Ana Carloto O'Shea
I love the multi-layered ambience of this photo. You've caught yourself between worlds there. The strangest thing is that we cannot see your face and the fact that you've "removed" your identity from the compo, means that all of us could be there in your place, umbrella in hand.
This brings to mind "The Hollow Men" from T. S. Eliot....
"We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
Something about the way the umbrella seems to swallow the red glow from the neon across the way. Brilliant.
this is wonderful Niall! layers of mystery.....
Nicely composed shot, Niall.