It was the spotting of the deluxe office chair in this parking lot-like urban desert that made me laugh out loud on my bike, necessitating a U-turn to see what these guys were up to. Getting queer looks as I rode towards them, with an awkward amount of interrogative eye-contact on both ends, I slowly coasted my way nearer, stopping just short of the knee high fence that stood between us.
I didn’t know if they were friends, lovers, or nothing (see John Mayer for further inquiries), nor did it really cross my mind. But when Moustafa slipped away after the arrival of a bright green truck that perfectly matched his outfit, Amina and I got to talking. She told me that her teacher hadn’t shown up to class, so she came to visit Mustafa, her boyfriend, at work. After an alarming display of excitement, I told Amina that I had a section of lovers on my blog (more on that later), and they’d be perfect for it. And so when Moustafa returned, she told him that I took pictures of “des amoureux,” and told him to change his clothes. With a flirty smile, he looked at her and said “everything?” as he stripped off his shirt and replaced it with a blue V-neck, then taking off his neon trousers to reveal the hidden jeans underneath.
“Your shoes too!” She hollered back.
She stood for this one. And I still don’t know where they got the armchair.
your photo skillz are not bad, not bad. your wit (my wit) is sharp as ever. let’s see some photos and skills with commentary that goes a lil more deep, shall we? unless the amusing musing is what you’re goin for. in which case, you hit the nail on the head, my dear sister. i love you. keep up the excellent work.
Interesying picutes. I like them so much! Congratulations and hope keep going on. Thank you for share your creativity.
Thank you very much, Noemi!! Always so nice to hear. Glad you like ’em!:D
This made me laugh! Great work…now following 🙂 imadez.wordpress.com
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A lovely post of a street photographer stumbling upon a girl on a luxurious office chair on the streets of Paris. The story unfolds..