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“Magic lives in curves, not angles”
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Bicycle | Royal Street, New Orleans
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Recuerdos a Calle Chartres
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Here and today
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December 16, 2009
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Asphalt memories
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V o i l à !
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Cigarette break
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"Every artist was first an amateur."
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Myopic inspirations...
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Count your blessings...
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As I watch life pace itself by...
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The secret life of doors
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Voila!
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" Life... "
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The after-work rush.
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“The best things in life are unexpected.."
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Twilight. St. Peters Street.
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New Orleans in his eyes
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The secret of patience is doing something else in the meanwhile
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Solitude in repose
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Iron lace
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Love is what makes two people sit in the middle of a bench when there is plenty of room at both ends
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St. Louis Cathedral. New Orleans.
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Bicicleta. Calle Bourbon. Nueva Orleans. #02
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Royal Street, New Orleans.
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Burn rubber, not your soul, baby.
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"And that's a self-portrait of himself, by himself."
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Lost in Bourbon Street. Lost in the world.
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The impatience of masks...
