The cuckoo alarm kept on waking us from counting thousands of sheep away from deep snooze. Coffee w/ little toasted pans & sunny side up for breakfast and then we're ready to roll to our queer concept which was planned a day before the shoot. As reminisced, it took us a rainy day & some mindful pain to reunite again for a level up between the three of us. Everyone was overflowing with ideas and it is wished to come out well. A taxi cab delivered us to a candid place where the difference of our style on the shoot might appear acceptable. Prince Alladin possessed our guy clothed in two pieces of linen wrapped indeterminably around his manly frame. A hat was contributed by the idea of Capt. Sparrow as all of us were fond with, an added hair was also put in place and gloss on the face for an added ethereal look. The girl looked wacky and gray on a broad daylight with a guy-designed comfy wrap around improvised dress. All shots were took with the magnanimity of the big shipping boxes geared to withstand the ground as for us to stand out over our gloomy portrayals. Bystanders were present & their feedback was also with them but that didn't matter with the encouragement of the photographer and his passion for taking pictures. We were blinded by the light, our eyes blood shut from flashes of sun capturing the scene, not by the lens. The witch existed with no apprehension to dissolve from the macrocosm, all designed by the men of the group plus a little help from fore clip drivers, everything seem to work. To sum it all up, the queer identity we tried to show up behind our perspiration & limping muscles is worth it.
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