The photographer said she likes to photograph subjects with tattoos because their stories are literally 'written on their bodies with ink'.
He turns the corner and finds himself squeezed up against the wall between the baggage reclaim office and a crowd of drunken Belgian tractor-drag fans, while his left goggle is trying to urgently tell him something about the railway infrastructure of Columbia.
He doesn't want to be accused of trafficking in physical goods in the midst of the transatlantic hot mexican chicks war between new world protectionists and old world globalists.
And you were how old?
Otherwise the formula is solid!
He stood in profile, his skin tanned, his feet bare, decked out in a blue helmet, blue shinguards edged in yellow, and yellow armor over a filmy-looking white chiton with soft light skin boys naked, scalloped edges and a leafy-green border.
Russia is one of those places that still requires passports and asks if you are now or ever have been an anti-anticommunist: