The Masquerade The Life of a Photographer

Andrea

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It was a cold night in Chelsea, London.

Chloe stared at the mirror as she washed her face with some plain cold water, inside the bathroom. She let out a deep sigh before walking back to the living room, she picked up her Sony camera from the couch and she listened to the radio for the latest London news. She heard about three different homicides that took place in the boroughs of Lambeth and Southwark. In that moment she was disgusted and she turned it off, that would have been enough. She walked downstairs towards the exit and she zipped up her jacket, ready for another experience.

Chloe was a well know artist because of the many achieved accomplishments in the photography industry, yet it wasn't a secret that she disliked being so popular. People asked for autographs, selfies and more, therefore the night was undoubtedly one of her favorite moments because the darkness made her feel safer. She opened the door and she started to walk towards the Chelsea Embankment Gardens with both of her hands inside her pockets, freezing.

It was a very cold night.
 
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