How many times have you been walking down the street and seen how a couple kisses passionately? That’s a stolen kiss, stolen with the look, with the feeling, and with a little luck, with the click of the camera.
These stolen kisses were born as an annual project, 52 kisses stolen in 52 weeks, which I fulfilled sometime ago. But far from leaving it as a finished project, it’s a living project yet, on every ride I go out with the camera and see a spontaneous kiss waiting for a traffic light or a farewell at the Metro’s stairs.
Anywhere is waiting for me that fleeting kiss to be stolen.
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