With a painted smile, she showed me a dream,
of bright lights and romance in the dark,
surrounded by grit and stubborn shadows,
for a while, I forgot my my world,
while she cried for her’s.
A shot showing the reality sometimes of glamour and society, that the selling of the dream, nearly always lies with the waking of reality, yet for a few pounds a dream, an illusion, a freedom of desire, lust, can be always found waiting with an open door.
Taken in the heart of Manchester.
Converted in to black and white and best viewed large.
Shot on an Olympus E30.