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Certi giorni ho la testa talmente tra le nuvole, che andrei a sbattere anche contro il mio riflesso, ditemi che capita anche a voi #lividimisteriosi
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Mi piaci anche quando non dici niente, anche se un po’ mi spavento quando stai in silenzio e io rimango su questo mondo senza pensare a nient’altro e quel nient’altro eri tu
Nei posti che ci hanno visto darci il primo bacio, abbandono poesie come foto tessere dimenticate
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recently got a working polaroid sun 600 and it has become my favorite camera that i have at the moment
Why would he do this?
This is my first time using the blur thingies on procreate so hopefully I didn't overdo it.
edit: pretend his right hand is normal lmao
Today is a good day because a new member of my analog camera collection arrived. A classic Polaroid 636 Close-up instant camera from 1993 in pretty good condition. I will buy a film tomorrow and hardly can't wait to try it out!
Finally, after 7 (out of 8) failed shots, I got comfortable with the camera and how it works. I love this 80s / 90s vibes of the picture! Next is a black & white film and I hope, that some of the clouds will disappear, because b & w and sharp shadows are a perfect combination.
Today is a good day because a new member of my analog camera collection arrived. A classic Polaroid 636 Close-up instant camera from 1993 in pretty good condition. I will buy a film tomorrow and hardly can't wait to try it out!
polaroid / mistaken identity / you're a liar (learning everything ain’t what it seems, that’s the thing about these days.)
"Listen, I don't know who you're talking about. Now leave me alone, will ya?" The woman glared at Ed as she tried to swiftly walk away.
But the hacker was not about to be dissuaded from her goal, nor convinced of a simple case of mistaken identity. There was no mistake. Ed was confident of that.
"You're a liar." She told the older one in a clear, loud voice.
The woman's shoulders hunched in as if she was trying to withdraw into herself as she glanced around furtively at the crowd of people around them - none of whom were paying the pair of women any mind.
"What's it going to take to get you to shut up and go away?!" The woman hissed. Her brown eyes flashed with anger and, perhaps not surprisingly, fear.
Ed indicated a nearby cafe with a tilt of her chin and marched alongside the woman as they made their way to the section of outside seating. A waiter hurried over as they sat and Ed ordered an espresso while the woman, after a long pause, decided on a chai.
Silence lingered even after the waiter deposited their beverages on the table and took his leave. Ed had no problem with silence, though. She'd lived on her own for most of her twenty-four years of life, after all. The woman, however, took to tapping a nail on the tabletop or shifting restlessly on the seat, or running a hand through her shoulder length dark black hair.
Eventually Ed took pity on her.
"Lenses, yeah? Easy fix. Kinda interesting you chose that specific shade of russet. And with your color I understand why you had to go dark with the hair. Can't change your height though, or the way you walk down a road. The pantsuit is a nice touch. I always thought the vinyl looked uncomfortable even if you were awfully sexy in it." She hid a grin at the startled expression on the woman's face. "Oh, sorry, should I have not found you attractive? I was just getting into my teens and all the hassle of hormones. I always knew I wasn't gonna be endowed like you... maybe that's what made you even more appealing." She shrugged.
The woman took a deep breath, distracted herself momentarily by taking a sip of her tea and peering suspiciously around at the street, then finally regarded Ed again.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know who you're talking about. I don't know why you're talking to me at all." She uttered tiredly.
"Once upon a time, Ed wanted to go everywhere. Learn everything. Meet everyone worth meeting. A child's dreams." She sighed and sipped at her espresso. Caffeine was her favorite drug. "I've grown up since then unfortunately. Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days."
The woman snorted but said nothing.
"Did you choose his eyes on purpose? Does it make you feel like he's looking at you when you gaze into a mirror? Is it a comfort thing or something to make you feel less alone?"
The woman looked stricken and took another hasty sip of her tea.
"I saw it on the news, you know. Not immediately of course - it was months later when I decided I should check in on you all. Ein was right... leaving was a bad idea. But some things are inevitable. Jet though? That was a surprise. He always seemed so solid. Dependable. Thought he'd live forever. Think it probably hurt him to lose Spike. Probably hurt him more when you bailed too. Lonely people don't do well at saving themselves. That's the point of having friends and backup in this job." She kept her voice level, her eyes cool. The rage that she'd felt on hearing about Jet's death had had years to go from an inferno to a smolder.
It wouldn't help anything to hold Faye responsible anyway. Done was done, dead was dead. Spike, Ein, Jet... well, nobody gets out of life alive.
"What do you want?" The woman's voice was a whisper, laced with guilt and regret. Her eyes shone wetly with unshed tears and her hand, reaching for her tea, had an unmistakable tremor to it.
Ed almost felt bad. Almost.
"You're wanted for theft, scamming, cheating, and so much more. That's just on the casino's side of things. Those collection agencies you used to worry about? Definitely still want that fine ass. Don't get me wrong, you made a good run of it. Enough years to be really impressive, enough enemies to be well and truly fucked no matter where you showed your face. The law's got long arms, Faye-Faye. And the bounties you got jailed? They've got long memories."
The woman's next words came out through clenched teeth, her eyes flicking anxiously over Ed's shoulders as if expecting to see officers or worse. Silly Faye-Faye... Ed herself was the worst.
"What. Do. You. Want."
Ed slapped a Polaroid onto the table between them, making the other woman flinch. A lifetime of being chased had left her jumpy and anxious - traits the Faye Ed remembered hadn't had. Being on the Bebop had likely been the safest Faye had ever been. And now, after nearly a decade of having her guard up... with vultures circling in...
The polaroid image made the woman frown. It had been snapped shortly before Ed approached her in the first place. Puzzled brown eyes - both the same shade, which was the biggest difference between her colored contacts and the ghost they were no doubt meant to represent - became confused.
"I don't understand." Her voice was still hushed. She twitched in her chair like a rabbit about to bolt. Ed saw her rub at her wrist absently as if searching for the bracelet remote she used to have for her ship.
"I could arrest you or kill you. Either way I'd get paid for a job well done. I've got dozens of employers - can't live without a slew of jobs these days."
The woman seemed to collect herself at last. Her hands came to rest on the table and her body grew still. The eyes that dipped down to the picture and then rose to meet Ed's gaze were finally full of calm and a casual disregard for her future fate. It was the closest to the Faye of old that Ed had seen yet.
"I've no doubt you're one of the best at what you do." The woman said then. "You were always the smartest of us."
Ed tipped her head a fraction in acceptance of the compliment. "Damn straight. You know, you'd have made it a lot further with Ed's help. Maybe even been able to get some of those nasty debt records erased."
With exaggerated movements she reached out to pick up the polaroid and gave it a considering glance before deliberately tearing it into pieces.
"Let's start with the fact that no one else after you has any idea of your current face. Not that you changed enough to avoid future notice, mind you. You didn't even retire your alias! It's like you wanted to be caught."
Faye sighed. "Maybe I did. Choosing solitude seemed like the right move but who can care about themselves when there is no one else?" Pain flashed through her eyes and Ed knew she must be remembering Jet and Ed's own words about the ex-cop.
"Being alone by choice is only enjoyable when it's actually by choice and not due to lack of other options." Ed told her plainly. "Today is your lucky day. You still believe in luck, yes? Ed has another option for you..."
El TEA #fotonoviembre #Polaroid #tenerife (à TEA Tenerife Espacio de las Artes)
Human. Por fin escaneé mis Polaroid. Algunos tienen más de 4 años. #polaroid #craneo #skull #experimentalphotography #alternativeprocess #impossibleproject #blancoynegro #blackandwhite
Guayadeque #polaroid #impossibleproject #impulseaf #grancanaria #paseo #ontheroad #amarillo #tons
The lady in the rain - ancien polaroïd #impossibleproject #blancoynegro #polaroid #blackandwhite #sepia #old #vintage
Canarias, 2017 #polaroid #impossibleproject #colors #landscape https://www.instagram.com/p/B1BDDH_FSCc/?igshid=1lcsklswukm52