
Xiao, Beijing.
It’s not about photography, a legend once told me.
And I think he was right. It’s about entering the inner space of someone - not to observe, but to feel what the person feels.
This image from Beijing holds that space.
A man and a woman.
Their bodies tangled in sleep or longing - or both.
His eyes are open, but not looking at her.
She’s turned away, buried in him.
Love. Or the absence of it.
- Jacob Aue Sobol