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“Les sanglots longs des violons de l’automne
Blessent mon cœur d’une langueur monotone.
Tout suffocant et blême, quand sonne l’heure,

Je me souviens des jours anciens
Et je pleure.

Et je m’en vais au vent mauvais
Qui m’emporte deçà, delà.
Et je m’en vais su vent mauvais
Pareil à la feuille morte.”

[ Chanson D'Automne – Les Discrets ]

Apologies for the disappearance (I’m looking at my inbox and want to shoot myself). I’ve had a very busy month with comic conventions, paid work and two gigs abroad, not to mention studying, so zero time for my own photographs. I’ll try to make up for that.
I still have plenty of photos from Prague to go: this was a small corner in front of a shop which caught my attention.

Photo, concept, editing: GothicNarcissus Photography

Description
“Les sanglots longs des violons de l’automne
Blessent mon cœur d’une langueur monotone.
Tout suffocant et blême, quand sonne l’heure,

Je me souviens des jours anciens
Et je pleure.

Et je m’en vais au vent mauvais
Qui m’emporte deçà, delà.
Et je m’en vais su vent mauvais
Pareil à la feuille morte.”

[ Chanson D'Automne – Les Discrets ]

Apologies for the disappearance (I’m looking at my inbox and want to shoot myself). I’ve had a very busy month with comic conventions, paid work and two gigs abroad, not to mention studying, so zero time for my own photographs. I’ll try to make up for that.
I still have plenty of photos from Prague to go: this was a small corner in front of a shop which caught my attention.

Photo, concept, editing: GothicNarcissus Photography