L I S A . . .
from our studio session earlier this year! Captured on a #fujipro400h with my #hasselblad
Looking forward to next week when we work together again.
HAPPY FRIDAY AND A FANTASTIC WEEKEND!!!😃✨
camera: Hasselblad 503cx
film: Fuji Pro400h
photographer: Pascal Hoffmann #filmphotography
Masani & The Mule
Without a voice, Masani was quite crippled in public discourse. Where her tongue 👅 held affluence over the hearts of others, now that power had been stripped from her. Luckily, Masani's grandmother had forced her to get an education and because of this blessing, Masani could read and write elegantly. She knew characters in both the common language and that of the Creta Vir. It was an hour passed dusk and the crowd of busy working class had been replaced with the denizens of the night. The creeping things that march from tavern to tavern, from brothel to brothel; consuming endlessly, with no regards but any but themselves. Masani felt herself in the presence of The Great Beast, He was here in these streets, walking out in the open for all to see. She inhaled the putrid air of debauchery and set out for the city gates. This was the last time she would ever see Lamenta and she wanted her memory of this place to be preserved for years to come. A pagan festival was abound in Lamenta and people came an went through the city gates freely. And although Masani was a wanted fugitive, she felt quite confident that she could slip through the gates without being detected. The guards scanned the people's faces as they passed by but Masani kept a donkey between herself and the nearest watchman. When she was finally through the gates she allowed herself a sigh of relief. She turned to the donkey 🐴 and the aged man who controlled the beast. She placed her hand delicately on the ass and it winnied in approval. And it began to follow her. The ancient tinker that accompanied the pack mule was perplexed. His dry lips parted in protest. "Asgard!" he shouted, and Masani assumed that to be the name of the animal. But the stubborn mule would not obey. "Young lady!" cried out there tinker, but she was stubborn to.
(ට ̥̆ ට)_CONFIGURATION_(ට ̥̆ ට)
Ah..Light and Dark. Good and Evil. Intertwined so seamlessly, that we forget one can't exist without the other..
(🎧Gorrilaz - Empire Ants.)
(The Hatter's Madness. Day 5: Nuance.)