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all that jazz and this crazy feeling; street scenes and sudden stories with a brand new heavy, not something but EVERYTHING at once and not a damn decisive moment too soon. stop-start the music moving into place or actors taking to ‘all the world’s a fucking crazy stage.’ Instant choreography in thirty-five millimetres; hello! textures like splintered wood and full bodied reddest wine you can feel go all the way down- yes, blind energies and hot blooded young lust to fit a black box around a piece of life and pull the trigger quick like hunter’s rifle. Poetry without words, rhythm without sounds, Shakespeare turns in his grave like rotisserie. Walk, don’t run, see, don’t stare. Watch, wait and then repeat. There! taste of a darkened room, chemical ideas under red light secrets, warm like heart pulse boom-bap snare clap. Burn with cold light and brand with black or white, the alternatives of our nature, hope and despair trapped in shy, metal-coated paper. just add water. rich man may buy who not know why. Nevermind, we try. Click of double-bass acoustica. i like photos that flow like jazz does, spontaneous, adventurous and with one hell of a be-bop-what groove. Do you? Thank you jazz cats: i can dig it Magnum, Salgado eyes, Kouldelka brave, Nachtwey calm, thank you Winogrand street tempo metronome monochrome, arigato Moriyama san stray dog questions, real people, mister purpose and miss ambition, passionate photographers, people like you, fuel and fire, thank you for your support, your comments, your fantastic images that speak a thousand and one words. Thank you for all that jazz, it sounds pretty good to me.

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