From time to time it happens that when I take a look for first time at one of my photos it brings to my mind another one. This is the case with this picture. It was something unintentional, I mean, it isn't a transcription and I wasn't inspired by anything in particular.
The other one, the one which came to my mind is the Diane Arbus' portrait of a travesty (click here to see it) at her house. There are many things that don't match between the two images. For instance, the cigarette isn't held by the same hand - actually, in my version, the cigarette is almost hidden between her fingers -, one of them has a plain background, the other one hasn't; the use of the flash is completely different in both cases and so on.
Despite of all those differences, I find they have something in common. It's as if they shared the same kind of aesthetic. Whatever the point is, I'm happy when it happens because it makes me think I have some potential, something to be developed and bring out as often as possible.
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