<p style="font-size: 12px;color:#aaa;">版权引用:<a href="https://www.behance.net/gallery/3666557/Confabulations"><span style="font-size: 12px;color:black;">“The First Guerrilla Girl Was a GuyWhat you see above is a single moment in a tragedy that played out in less than a minute. Although unexpected, it was a moment I’d waited almost four years to shoot.I’m back in New York now, for the rest of my life, and for the rest of my life, for as long as I’m able; I’ll be going out on the streets of the city, waiting for the next scene to unfold of the greatest show on Earth. I’d been there for about a half hour, my second day at that location, Broadway and 67th Street, the middle-eastern fellow who runs the food cart just on the other side of the trash receptacle, growing very paranoid, considering my camera on the sidewalk as he would an IED. I hadn’t seen him for maybe ten minutes when a car pulled up behind the cart, dropped someone off then zoomed back into traffic. That someone was a tall, well-built fellow barely in his twenties. I caught his glance, smiled a little, watched him disappear behind the wagon, just as a young woman b......”</span> </a>由 <a href="https://www.behance.net/tomridinger"><span style="font-size: 12px;color:black;">Tom Ridinger</span></a> 授权许可 <span><a href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/4.0/deed.zh" target="_blank" style="font-size: 12px;color:black;">Attribution-NoDerivs-NonCommercial 4.0 International<img src="" style="display: inline-block;height: 16px;width: auto;"></a></span></p>
<p style="font-size: 12px;color:#aaa;">版权引用:<a href="https://www.behance.net/gallery/3666557/Confabulations"><span style="font-size: 12px;color:black;">“The First Guerrilla Girl Was a GuyWhat you see above is a single moment in a tragedy that played out in less than a minute. Although unexpected, it was a moment I’d waited almost four years to shoot.I’m back in New York now, for the rest of my life, and for the rest of my life, for as long as I’m able; I’ll be going out on the streets of the city, waiting for the next scene to unfold of the greatest show on Earth. I’d been there for about a half hour, my second day at that location, Broadway and 67th Street, the middle-eastern fellow who runs the food cart just on the other side of the trash receptacle, growing very paranoid, considering my camera on the sidewalk as he would an IED. I hadn’t seen him for maybe ten minutes when a car pulled up behind the cart, dropped someone off then zoomed back into traffic. That someone was a tall, well-built fellow barely in his twenties. I caught his glance, smiled a little, watched him disappear behind the wagon, just as a young woman b......”</span> </a>由 <a href="https://www.behance.net/tomridinger"><span style="font-size: 12px;color:black;">Tom Ridinger</span></a> 授权许可 <span><a href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/4.0/deed.zh" target="_blank" style="font-size: 12px;color:black;">Attribution-NoDerivs-NonCommercial 4.0 International<img src="" style="display: inline-block;height: 16px;width: auto;"></a></span></p>