dress me up and let's go to Vegas*

Yo a veces escribo en inglés, y antes de que me preguntes: '¿por qué en inglés?' te lo contesto: porque quiero.

Lala Mártin is a freelance photographer based in Buenos Aires. Born in 1984, you can see some of her works hanging on different walls all over the world, magazines, advertisements, fashion portfolios and cd covers.

All images featured here are copyrighted as Lala Mártin Photography official material. Do not use without permission. If you want to request prints, please contact me.

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Friday, January 18, 2008

there's still
so much to be said

Lala, none other, a las 1:11 AM

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Tuesday, January 08, 2008

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Lala, none other, a las 7:36 PM

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Saturday, January 05, 2008

Lips from afar bubbles, the concrete can never let you down.
Yours is a black heart and yours is also the darkest secret ever confined.
Yet you own the bright that shines through every shared blanket,
and the glowing smile of the lazy summer breeze.
You truly do.

We have two trees, and just one path that matches them from our view.
Maybe our path is always one, no matter what.
I delight myself into thinking that, if I was one of those falling leaves,
you'd be waiting for me on the ground.
I truly do.

Lala, none other, a las 2:24 PM

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