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| I suppose inside every photographer lives a voyeur. A voyeur that goes beyond his basic pleasure, his primitive instincts, trying to get thrilled by capturing something-- with the help of his camera, as his blind witness, and share his joy with people.
We can also say that a photographer is a voyager as well. A voyager that enjoys traveling around seeing the world in a different way than the ordinary. Cropping and highlighting reality, unveiling what is hidden to the everyday viewer.
Women in Windows reflects some of the impact that certain window mannequins had on my voyeur and my voyager selves. The impact of their silent feminine beauty, sometimes half naked sometimes half dressed, triggered all sorts of sensations, emotions and thoughts for me.
Their sex appeal certainly tricked my eye. As I turned my head, suddenly, in a glimpse they seemed real. I could feel their presence. Actually, they were real to me for a portion of a second, like in a dream. A very exciting dream where my most secret desires take their own photographs. |
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