She walked into the studio wearing that suit, baggy everywhere, obviously wasn’t hers; wanted a picture to remember the moment. She said she has been hunting him for years; Years? I thought, the voice sounded so young. It wasn’t easy but she found him, confronted him, killed him. Revenge didn’t feel as satisfying as she thought it would, then she saw the helmet with the blood steel fresh and decided she would be looking through it for de rest of her days…. or a couple of days, “who knows”, she said. I just focused on the way the shining red played with the light, it was a terrible thing to see, but mesmerizing at the same time.

Collection “Portraits from Gelo”