“I needed a drink, I needed a lot of life insurance, I needed a vacation, I needed a home in the country. What I had was a coat, a hat and a gun. I put them on and went out of the room.” This is my all time favourite line from Raymond Chandler's "Farewell, My Lovely". It was stuck with me while I was looking Helen's shots. Who knows how subconscious works? So, quoting him seemed like a good idea… I don't really know anything about Helen. And I don't really need to… Although photos create their own, separate and (I believe) equally true, reality, in this reality who can claim that they really know anything about anyone else? So, I'm sticking to photos -and to Raymond Chandler, who knows everything…
