something, there, on the way. polski, in english (poor english). something that stayed in your mind, the dust on your shoes after you were looking for somebody, searching for something else- and you haven't necessarily got it.
for my friends because i've left them. to spark the memory
Sunday, December 19, 2010
the town and the time of Stefania Gurdowa's photographs
and below are two unpublished portraits. She's photographed almost 2000 of them.
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