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A Master Luthier in his lab…
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In the backstage
There’s a kind of quiet tension in the way they lean against the wall. No people in sight. No instruments visible. Just the outlines of music, sleeping inside their forms. As a photographer, that’s the kind of silence you try to listen to. The room was dark, lit only from one side. The light caught the curve of one case and slipped off the edge of the other. Texture came forward. Shape. Memory. You could almost hear the faint creak of clasps, the echo of strings long since gone quiet. Sometimes the most expressive shots come when nothing is happening. No performance, no sound—just the pause in between. These cases…
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Waiting for the goal
Why can’t I enjoy my soccer team’s match instead of wasting my time here? Because my wife loves music…
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Snaps of a Flamenco recital…
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Shade of Berlin
… Jeff, Berlin.
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A young Iron Maiden fan
He might never have seen them, but who cares? Metal is immortal…
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The Power of Music
The story is all in the child’s eyes
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The Boared Bassman
Don’t dare to ask what song is she singing…