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Primera edición: Bogotá, Febrero de 2010. Segunda edición: Bogotá, Febrero de 2011.

Canción: “Blinding” por Florence and the machine.

Idea, fotografía y diagramación: Juan Felipe Rubio. Modelo: Mónica Piñeros.

Cada número está basado en una canción elegida por cualquier razón, que dicta el concepto creativo para un ensayo fotográfico. La idea original surgió de la inquietud de llevar el lenguaje del video clip a la imagen estática.

Banda Sonora es una revista de fotografía en blanco y negro.

Blinding - Florence & the Machine

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And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open.


Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state

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A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake

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Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids.


Snow White’s stitching up the circuitboards Synapse slipping through the hidden door Snow White’s stitching up the circuitboard

No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love

And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open

All around the world was waking, I never could go back Cos all the walls of dreaming, they were torn right open And finally it seemed that the spell was broken

Florence and the Machine

No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love

Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs

Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber Until I realise that it was you who held me under

Blinding

Snow White’s stitching up the circuitboards Synapse slipping through the hidden door Snow White’s stitching up the circuitboard Synapse slipping through the hidden door

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

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