A portrait series- Three ways you look at me

January has started well for me. I don't believe in the fact that a new year changes anything on our everyday life or that a new year resolution can make us a better person. But starting the year well, definitely isn't a bad thing.

Budapest, 2020 January

As every year, I have spent my new year's eve with my childhood friendship group in Budapest. As I went to the same international school all my life, I had a lot of time to make friends and develop a group with which I am going to keep in touch for life. After all, it is hard to find people who doesn't bore you after all these years, but I think I have succeeded. However, this new year's eve was different from the others: I have introduced someone to my friends, someone new to the group. And that made my new year unique.

Look at me as something new

Budapest, 2020 January

The whole story has started with the woman, discovering something in the smoke, something new to her, a whole different world. Mouth open, like no one else is watching. Wide eyes focusing, like the the smoke hides something. Finger up in the air, like if he's asking her to touch. The smoke is mysterious.

Look at me adorably

Budapest, 2020 January

Most of the smoke has left already, the mystery is all gone. All it left is love, humor and affection. He doesn't have to hide anything anymore, he doesn't need to. The smoke has succeeded, the woman gets him, they understand each other. Smoke is true now, he let's its feelings to open up, he becomes affectionate.

Look at me with fear

Budapest, 2020 January

The smoke comes closer and closer like nothing matters, he is excited, he is curious. He is wanting more and more, craving love. "What's the worse that could happen?" - he asks. The woman is now scared, is scared of intimacy. Proximity creates fear, smoke is too honest to be true. Smoke is fucked, smoke is really fucked now.

Farewell,

Dominik