"Like everyone who is not in love, he imagined that one chose the person who one loved after endless deliberations and on the strength of various qualities and advantages." - Marcel Proust
I found Cupid in Prague, standing quietly in a doorway. We had a score to settle, he having wounded me several times, the last one mortally.
Dispassionate, unexpected, waiting to spring into action, cupid shoots his bow of love into the unsuspecting. The arrow works its way deeper in the more his victims struggle. Could love be otherwise?
I quietly thanked him, took a picture - and continued on my way.
from the Springtime Mannequins portfolio
Edition of 50
Mannequin, Hat, Black, Boy, Scarf, Coat