Robin: Who? Why? The streets of Paris are my canvas, and my face is the signature I leave on it. This is not just a portrait; it’s a challenge to the boundaries of identity, existence, and visibility. But this isn’t an explanation. I’m simply here—a part of the walls, the corners, the streets. The posters are a call: “I am here, and I can be anywhere.” Or perhaps Robin is just a name, a face, a question mark. The message is exactly what you make of it. The streets are my beginning. Paris is just an entry point, but boundaries exist only on maps. This face, this name—it’s not just mine. It’s yours, ours, everyone’s. Robin is here. Now. And this is only the beginning.
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GM 🌥️ Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still. But a great photographer captures not just what is visible, but the invisible threads of emotions, stories, and silence that lie beneath the surface. — Dorothea Lange
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A soul lost in time, carrying the traces of the past with every step. The worn fabrics that envelop it weigh heavily on its shoulders, burdened with the weight of lived experiences. The door before it may be the threshold of peace, or perhaps the unknown… And despite all the pain and sorrow left behind, it is determined to move forward. The faint light shining through the shadows immortalizes this moment where hope and darkness intertwine. Sometimes, a single step is enough to erase the past and write a new story.
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