Dear London, I’m addicted to you. You’re so beautifully unstable. Always honest for not being 100% perfect. You’re real for keeping me on the edge. Sometimes harsh for all your bitterness. Thanks to you I’ve rediscovered my own limits, believing there’s no way out of this constant learning process. You’re hard, but worth it. Miss ya, xo P.S. – Hope you like these pics I took of you. Cheers! Save
The hardest part about a breakup is to acknowledge there’s no going back after “the end”. Letting go of someone you still truly care about and feel some sort of connection is devastating. You feel powerless. Lost. Terribly sad. Desperate. Needy. A fool. All your hopes and dreams that were built up with that someone else is just a part of your past. Life is full of choices that are not controlled or even made by us. It’s a kind of involuntary will if you want to put a tag on it. Many people wonder “how to get through it”: I believe with certain people, we don’t “get through it”, we learn and adapt ourselves on how to live with those moments that are long gone. But most importantly, give yourself TIME. I really don’t care about how much time you need. Don’t regulate your emotions by the clock or the number of days in your calendar. Just spend time with your thoughts and relax, you’ll love again. Because the human being is unimaginable, unbreakable.
One of the sections of my deviantart account (which no longer exists) consisted in portraits of friends, artists, foreigners, humans. Over the years I’ve challenged myself to keep it up trying capture new portraits using different angles and shooting almost instantly without any guidance or proper lighting. I’ve discovered one subtle event: my best portraits were by instinct instead of being planned. Here are some of my favorites: