Friday, 10 August 2012

So many references, so little time. (With apologies to Robert Doisneau)

Sometimes images jump at you from left field, out of the blue, as it were.
There I was in a camera shop in the Strand, London Olympic Year, minding my own business, talking tripods with a friend.
And then, whammo!, there is that image again: Le Baiser de L'Hotel de Ville, by the old master. I ran to the front of the store, camera at the ready, and managed to get it right just in time before the lovers disengaged from what seemed a tasty entretien and then they went their separate ways.
The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Praise the Lord... and Doisneau.

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