Lens: Voigtlander color-skopar 35mm f2.5
Camera: NEX-7, ISO800, f2.5, 1/40, raw
I’m thirty-three, and when I walk out of the shower, with my white bathrobe on, and look at the steamed mirror, I can see the messianic version of myself. The beard is the icing on the cake. It’s really a pity that similarities stop here and I can’t make any miracles, God knows I could use some…
Shitty day of a shitty month at work, I’m back home sincerely pissed, and tomorrow I have a shitty meeting early in the morning where I’ll have to follow stuff I shouldn’t be following. And because of that I’m writing this post late in the night since I won’t be able to do it tomorrow, first thing in the morning, as my usual. So I’m twice as pissed, and all I can think of is a white wall… under a shit-storm.
So, I’m sure now you can guess why, behind the messianic look, once the moist is scraped off from the mirror, there are those crazy/pissed eyes. They go off, as soon as I wear my suit and leave for work. But you can be sure that, if you scraped off the moist, you could still see how pissed I am. Lets praise my scratch-resistant expressions.