Photographer: Wayne Lin
Well, I’m 21 now. I couldn’t think of a better post for my birthday and Valentine’s Day than this recreation of my favorite scenes from The Stranger. The mint green gown may look a little out of place, but I have a tradition of wearing mint green gowns on my birthday. I like to think that Camus would have appreciated the absurdity of it all. I’d love to do this again in Algiers one day.
“Then everything began to reel before my eyes, a fiery gust came from the sea, while the sky cracked in two, from end to end, and a great sheet of flame poured down through the rift. Every nerve in my body was a steel spring, and my grip closed on the revolver. The trigger gave, and the smooth underbelly of the butt jogged my palm. And so, with that crisp, whipcrack sound, it all began. I shook off my sweat and the clinging veil of light. I knew I’d shattered the balance of the day, the spacious calm of this beach on which I had been happy. But I fired four shots more into the inert body, on which they left no visible trace. And each successive shot was another loud, fateful rap on the door of my undoing.”
— Albert Camus, The Stranger
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