Avenida Corrientes in Buenos Aires.
Four lanes of cars speeding down the one way street.
Thousands of shoppers rushing home before down falls on the city.
Suddenly I spot a couple kissing on the side of the road. I force my way into the crowd to get into position and quickly raise my camera to my eyes. In fear to lose the decisive moment, I quickly press the shutter.
“Sh.t !” (excuse my French)
Just as I hit the shutter, a few cars and a bunch of ladies suddenly intrude in my frame and sent my hopes of a good picture crashing. No chance for a second shot, the moment has ended and the couple has already moved on. Disgusted, I nervously peep at my LCD, mumble a few unpleasant words and almost hit the delete button. Yet somehow I don’t, forget about that shot, and resume the hunt.
Back from Buenos AIres two days later. I anxiously download the results of the weekend’s outing.
And suddenly I feel thrown back on Avenida Corrientes.
Four lanes of cars speeding down the one way street.
Thousands of shoppers rushing home before dawn falls on the city.
And a couple kissing, in the midst of chaos.
