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Ich habe das Herz gefühlt, die große Seele, in deren Gegenwart ich mir schien mehr zu sein, als ich war, weil ich alles war, was ich sein konnte.


No, it's not a sad and desperate Roma child who has been cast adrift by the dialectic of history and crushed under the brutal weight of Ceausescu’s contemptible regime. No, it’s the newly shorn Henry after his shower last night!

I must admit that I could not choose between the above colour photograph – albeit deliberately ‘washed out’ (itself a canny trick to compensate for the low light) – and the grainy black and white below.

On first glance, I consider the colour shot the better image, but I do think that the black and white photo does allow the contrast of light and dark to reveal a little more detail around his face.

I dunno. What do you guys think?

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Kitty said…
I like the upper one much much better.

The pea green, the red plaid, the watery darkish blue of his eyes...it's a great photo.

He looks like the character in a movie. Our hero is trapped in a corner and however will he escape? He is a common man, tricked by circumstance and deserving at another chance.
19 December 2008 at 16:00
Julie said…
Whereas I much prefer the B&W because it emphasises the depth of Henry's eyes ...
19 December 2008 at 17:58
Anonymous said…
Colour most definitely.
Bikkie Bear has entertained me a great deal - is Jen knitting in the background?
19 December 2008 at 21:11
Anonymous said…
I think I prefer the colour one too, but can't put my finger on why.
19 December 2008 at 21:44
Miles McClagan said…
Isn't that the cover of the first U2 album?
19 December 2008 at 22:11
Sue said…
Both are beautiful..but I think I like the colour one a little better. I think it is the colour of H's eyes that make it so striking...they look like the colour of the ocean and his lips are so beautifully baby pink!!
And my...how big his eyes are...all the better to see you with!!!
19 December 2008 at 22:51
USelaine said…
I'm going with the color version as well. The B&W seems more like the classic mug-shot of the desperate child, thrown into Protective Custody due to circumstances beyond his control. Can you help? Every quarter you slip into the collection can helps feed such refugees from abuse...
20 December 2008 at 08:20
Anonymous said…
Normally b&w is better for portraits, I think, but this time I like the colour photo better. Somehow it underlines the eyes. the boy is all 'big eyes'.
20 December 2008 at 21:07
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, he does look the matinee idol, doesn’t he?

Julie, opinions! Wonderful things!

Tania, well it wasn’t me, and I don’t think that it was Ezra!
23 December 2008 at 11:37
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, je ne sai quois?

Miles, it isn’t a million miles away from it. Not as washed out though.

Sue, he is 100% prime beefcake, that is true.
23 December 2008 at 11:40
Kris McCracken said…
USelaine, I think that if I let Amnesty use that second shot, their takings would skyrocket! It will cost them mind, we’re not a charity!

April, he does have big eyes like a cow. I am led to believe that girls like this in a chap...
23 December 2008 at 11:41
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