I have a defect, I have the habit of always observing everything, obsessively, maybe too much. My eyes never rest, because a good photo can happen everywhere, at any time, even when you are on the escalators of a hypermarket.
I immediately saw the photo: that red skirt, the red basket, and that hand with a small tattoo and the silver bracelet.
A good photo should give you questions… who is this girl? What’s that tattoo means? What’s in that basket? Simple questions that belong to a story, a daily life story. And just a few seconds to snap it.