I’m sorry for the silence around here the last days. Last week I literally recorded the story of a break-up in polaroid-pictures. Is there something more intense and at the same time romantic than seeing the person you were in love in for the last three years disappear into the snowy night?
Well, everything that stays is some clothing, a camera and Ottfried Preussler’s “Krabat”. Could be much worse.
In my creative mind I already see a photo-challenge: “All that remains”. Who’s up for that?;)
There’s actually a museum for broken relationships: www.brokenships.com . They present pieces, leftovers of former romantic relationships. Everything in their collection is send in by donators, who want to get rid of the stuff that reminds them of their ex-lovers but want to know it in good hands. Sometimes the pieces have some beautiful stories behind them 🙂
Sundaysattwelve 