A trip to San Fransisco

A trip to San Fransisco only with a 35mm analog camera – by Pauline Gallot

Time is dancing.

Colours, places, smells, time makes everything fly around, everytime.
We move away in a fistful of seconds from present.
Few minutes and we change mood. From laugh to tears in the snap of our fingers.
«Clac» gone. You can decide to resist, to fight as hard as you can, try to keep those moments, those strong happy times. But time is nagging you, smiling at you from its lips corner, it really knows : you will always run out, a sad loser in vain. Love goes. Tied hands untie. Mouths move away from eachothers. Hearts too.
Colours ted, cold turn warm and even cries eventually dry up.
Your clock knows it too well.

San Fransisco, Christopher, last November.
Perfect picture of the past to the future in action. A summer love from precisely few summers. Tender looks. Red texan nights. Bars, so many bars, full of dances, of lurching nights. Full of overturned elotes on taxi floors. Some «Stay gold forever» inscribed here in the heart forever.
Then time slips away, flights we had to catch, ways crossed we had to uncross. We changed. Colours are different. Melody doesn’t sound the same way as before but it’s okay, we are fine.

San Fransisco isn’t Austin. Despite the same stars in the eyes, the hourglass has been there. We can see its trace.
I discovered San Fran as a first time, soft and exciting. Colourful and magic.
Chris made me laugh as always and I sewed the clock, backed up the clock, changed cape.
Follow the flow, let yourself be carried away, do not strive to go upstream, you do not go up a river at arm’s length.
Every minutes slipping away, leaving you no respite, only the possibility of weaving and reweaving again and again. New looks, new caresses, other breaths in the neck, new indelible inks in the heart.
Wild and helpless, free only from our own choices and our own time.

Photography and Text by Pauline Gallot
with Christopher Gaspard