Jemaa el Fna, Marrakech
Walking into the smoke and glare of the main square, Jemaa el Fna. The sun swiftly sets and its light shifts towards you in sharp shards, like an army of swords that thrusts forward, of light over dark as the night will win out, eventually, and lead us into its shadows.
The world completely changes under the weight of the night. Pockets of light illuminate the details amongst the darkness, which I’m so often drawn to, time and again, to lose myself in slow, languid movements and attentive eyes held wide.