Here’s what I love about this image:
And he’s smiling. Slightly. Like the universe just told a joke only he understands. juan gotoh caught in the rain
He’s not ducking into a café or huddling under an awning. He’s just… standing there. Maybe on a corner in a city that isn’t his. Maybe outside a train station with a torn ticket in his pocket. Rain running down his glasses. Hair plastered to his forehead. Here’s what I love about this image: And he’s smiling
Maybe you know it. Maybe you’ve seen it in a half-remembered film still, a lyric fragment, a photograph with no credit. Or maybe you’ve never heard the name before—but suddenly, you can picture him. a lyric fragment