I’m so used to processing pictures so much that the new product is way different from the original image. I think of it as auto-tune. We think we are fixing something by photoshopping the shit out of it, but soon enough it starts to loose its authenticity. So here’s a small collection of pictures I took on a cold sunny February day. No editing. Just truth.
We met up at a billiard club, but then realized that it was full so we had to find a different place that was all the way across the city. Here are smiles hiding how much we’ve fucked up.
By the time we found what to do the sun was setting. Every time I find myself photographing anything during the golden hour I always think of this song.
We were so done, we recreated the krusty krab meme.