A message from WhatsApp at four o'clock in the afternoon after Loving Vincent. Feel this immediate connection. The date close to your home. French fries and ice cream to accompany the night. Your unkempt beard, the one that drove me crazy. The scarf you forgot to give me before flying to Mexico City. The museums closed on Monday afternoons. Your confused hugs. A hasty jump to your lips in some Frida Kahlo exhibition. A more than confusing night. The glasses of aguardiente you drank for me. The guitar on your bed. Your best friend, the one who tried to kiss me. Your hands taking mine while you sleep. Running away at 8 AM.
Your soft and distant lips.
You and your goodbye.
Photography by Ellen Hutchinson
Walking déjà vu and dramaqueen of free time. I design, I like to create and sometimes I wrote @hoyestoyraro