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Somewhere In Time Is Back!
This used to be a weekly ongoing series but with all the craziness that occurred over the summer I ran out of my stash of ready photos, then with all the traveling that occurred in the fall I was unable to catch up, never mind get ahead. I put quite a bit of time into selecting my photos for this series so it’s taken me quite a while to get some edited and ready to roll but here we are the first of SIT photo of the year. Yah! If you’re new to this blog be sure to check out the line up of last year’s Somewhere In Time photos.
This photo that is part of an upcoming photo essay on the Red Light District in Amsterdam which hopefully we’ll be out in a couple of weeks. It was extremely tough getting the shots for this essay since it is highly frowned upon to take photos in the Red Light District and it was very dark but I prevailed!
This one is my favorite of the bunch. In fact, I LOVE this photo. It just might be my new favorite which is why I decided it should have top billing and be the first to announce the comeback of the Somewhere In Time series.
I feel slightly crass in saying this but the best part of Amsterdam was this illicit section of town. It was beautiful in all the sad, cunning and melancholic ways that happen when you have women selling themselves for money in window fronts. The girls were all beautiful and seemed somewhere on the cusp of something – maybe hope? One foot still lies in the possibility of a normal life while the other is dragged by cheap sex, debts owed & g-strings. I look at this girl and can’t help but think about her life when she isn’t bathed in the red light. Is she happy? Is she sad? Is her cup half empty or half full? Does she knit? What is life like being on the other side of that glass?
Her expression is terribly forlorn, her eyes are hollow and empty. She’s a lover and a fighter and she’s completely anonymous. She could be anyone – in another life any of us could be her.
There is something about the way she is standing with one hand on the doorknob and the other gracing the window that speaks to me. Torn between two worlds. Her right hand lets the customer in and her left hand, resting in a seemingly simple gesture, carries hope. It looks like she hasn’t completely given in yet. Somewhere in her there is a hidden & humble longing that is innate to all girls living on the edge. It belongs to her, she owns it and it might be all she has left.
Somewhere in there she is still alive, her mind thinking, her heart racing & pulsing the brilliant red blood throughout her body – just like the red light that engulfs her.
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