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Published: Dec 12, 2011

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I - Je - Yo - Watashi - Ich - Io - Eu - Jag - Minä - Ja - Ben - Uó - Ana - Mé....

Self Portrait: Me And My corset.

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"When they tried to detach the skeleton which he held in his embrace, he fell to dust."*

"Quand on voulut le détacher du squelette qu’il embrassait, il tomba en poussière."*

"Cuando se pretendió separarlo del otro esqueleto al que abrazaba, se deshizo en polvo"*

*Notre-Dame de París, Victor Hugo.

Image size

750x1000px 880.37 KB

Make

Canon

Model

Canon PowerShot G11

Shutter Speed

1/8 second

Aperture

F/2.8

Focal Length

6 mm

ISO Speed

1600

Date Taken

Dec 7, 2011, 11:13:30 PM

Sensor Size

5mm

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