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KAT FRANKIE
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When i go up to tell her that we can start, Frankie sits on that green old couch playing her guitar, humming to the sound of her fingers’ movements. Seconds become a bit longer than usual. Despite that heartwarming image of someone that imperturbable in her own cosmos, we move down and i ask her to sit on stairs of stone for the sake of light and acoustics. She fills the space she is given. |
SHOT 11/08 brut |
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