A man dressed in smart casual work clothes has the red face and pointed ears of a Lucifer. He stops momentarily to lick away the black grease paint that has spread from his lips to his teeth. He glances suddenly self-conscious at the passing traffic as if caught gazing at himself in a mirror.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Carnevale
A father, taking his two small children to school has positioned his son in the bright morning sunlight against the shiny galvanised iron wall of one of the housing units. The son is wearing a black cape with a red raised collar. He screws up his pale little face and squints into the sunlight and lens. His mouth is filled with plastic fanged teeth. An older sister, costumeless, watches on with the intense reserve of a sibling.
A man dressed in smart casual work clothes has the red face and pointed ears of a Lucifer. He stops momentarily to lick away the black grease paint that has spread from his lips to his teeth. He glances suddenly self-conscious at the passing traffic as if caught gazing at himself in a mirror.
A man dressed in smart casual work clothes has the red face and pointed ears of a Lucifer. He stops momentarily to lick away the black grease paint that has spread from his lips to his teeth. He glances suddenly self-conscious at the passing traffic as if caught gazing at himself in a mirror.
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