What I feel inside
What I feel inside
She was fifteen and her name was Dan, at least I think it was; she was the daughter of the beautiful Aminata. She put down the photos and thought. Then, over the music, she said to me, “The black and white expresses what I feel inside; color is what I see outside.” This kid had just touched upon the crux between photography and the profound essence of things, between black and white and inner character, our interiority, and the emotion that a black and white image recreates inside us. Then she went off to dance.