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Behind the scene: Part II

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What would it be like to see the world in black and white? …
After a long internal discussion, it was decided to try to open the eyes and delude what you can see, that it is the colours. Our brain is undoubtedly amazing, can I delude it?
My first impression is that it would not be an easy task, but after a few minutes I realized that it is a good thing that we can see the colours, but there is something in a black and white portrait that I can not explain, the contrasts and the variants of shadows and ashes.


Time passed and I would be there in the middle of the forest forever.
Why should we escape from something that makes us feel so good?
The mountain loomed before me, larger and larger, as I walked. There were cables through the mountains because there was a small village, there were 3 people and several dogs.
The wind was getting stronger as we went up, the flowers seemed to reach two meters I would be too small to face them, well … I do not know …
Yet I knew what I wanted, to carry in my memory and in my bag the most beautiful souvenir, my black and white photographs.
I lowered my gaze to my hand, a black bird lay on it, fled soon after, was this a sign?
I burst into laughter and a sigh.
“There is no place more beautiful than nature, it is up to us to take care of it, just as it takes care of us.

Como seria ver o mundo a preto e branco…
Depois de um longo debate interior, decidira tentar abrir os olhos e enganar o que viam, isto é, as cores. O cérebro é sem dúvida espantoso, conseguiria eu enganá-lo?
A minha primeira impressão é que não iria ser uma tarefa fácil, mas depois de alguns minutos apercebi-me que ainda bem que vemos a cores, mas existe algo num retrato a preto e branco que não consigo explicar, os contrastes e as variantes sombras de cinzas…
O tempo passou e ficaria ali no meio da floresta para sempre. 
Porque fugir de algo que nos faz sentir tão bem?
A montanha assomava-se á minha frente, cada vez maior, á medida que ia caminhando. Existiam cabos por entre as montanhas pois existiam uma pequena aldeia, contara 3 pessoas e vários cães.
O vento era cada vez mais forte á medida que íamos subindo, as flores pareciam chegar aos dois metros ou seria eu pequena demais para lhes fazer frente, bem… não sei… 
Contudo eu sabia o que desejava, levar na memória e na minha mala a mais bela recordação, as minhas fotografias a preto e branco.
Baixei o olhar para a minha mão, um pássaro preto poisara nela, fugindo logo em seguida, seria isto um sinal?
Saltei uma gargalhada e um suspiro.
– Não existe lugar mais bonito que a natureza, depende de nós cuidarmos dela, tal como ela cuida de nós.

Cristina Real campaign Pre-Fall 2017

CREDITS: IMAGE AND TEXT THESCHEME617
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