The dustman and the dancer
by Lorenzo Piccoli
December was a cold sunny month in Florence. I did not take many pictures, but the few I shot are mainly about sunsets from the EUI terrace. Then I went to Budapest for a few days and I took some other photos, almost all of which by night, in spite of the obvious limits of my camera. Perhaps this is what Budapest is all about. Still, to me the best of all these photos is the one about the unnamed dustman and the dancer. I took it in front of the National Theatre in Budapest in a freezing morning. Stop for a second and look at the contrast and the sadness. Sometimes I wish I had a better camera.
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[…] And so I have been living in Brussels and then settled down in Florence; but I travelled to other places too. Between January and December I spent days and nights onto my mountains, in winter (Simple question d’equilibre and Monte Maggio and And goodbye) and in summer (Molto). I visited Innsbruck (It’s always the time for skinny-dipping), Munich (Sushi and gulaschsuppe), London and Edinburgh (It was blue), Utrecht (Koninkrijk), Flanders (Vlaanderen), Dinant (Dinant), Dusseldorf (Underwear), Berlin (Warschauer Platz and Clean Lorenzo), Bratislava (Dirty Lorenzo) and Budapest (The dustman and the dancer). […]