The Perfect Failure

I don't really remember when was the exact date of the mistake i've made. Since then, the mistake became 'my playground'.

I always admire Picasso, to his perception and his vision about seeing the object with every angles. Maybe this was my inspiration.

A broken analog camera can create miracles. I remember the feelings that i had the face up in the exact moment. That perfect failure was a transfusion of every side of me. It has caught my soul in a shot, maybe the superstition was correct.

I don't really remember when was the exact date but i clearly remember the very first photo of my perfect failure. So, i present you the first photo of my playground. Hope that you can find something inside it. Well, enjoy!