Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Voilà l'homme

from a letter to Anjali...
I can see directly into the coiffure that faces the street. This evening I watched an almost completely bald man having what little hair he has left being washed. He seemed to be having such a sensual experience. I wonder if one of the ingredients of a truly great city isn't the possibility of sharing a stranger's innocent pleasure.

He comes to the coiffure regularly. He was the star of my day that day. 
I couldn't help but take his picture today. 



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