Klippan/Gothenburg today. Saturday June 6.
Walking down Porvenir street my left eye suddenly get a glimpse of an interesting hairdresser scene. Immediately an intensive negotiation process starts in my mind between the photographers ambition to achieve a good picture and my instinctive inhibition against sticking my camera under the noses of people I don’t know. The photographer wins the battle but a small sacrifice is needed…
I turn around, walk back and step into the hair salon asking.. can you cut my hair
Havana, Cuba 1996. Click on the picture for full size view
1981. The combination Swedish trigger-happy tourist (that would be me) and a fragment of a second at the hundred and second flor of Empire state building resulted in this mirror reflection.
I still don´t know what´s happening in that scene.. are they about to kiss.. are they quarreling or what??