Voyeur II (Piazza Cavour)


There is a well-dressed gentleman sitting down at a bench alone. He has curly, brown hair on the top of his head and grey hair on his sideburns. He must use some great hair dye to keep his hair looking so young and vibrant. The monochromatic outfit that he is wearing is comprised of a dark blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, skinny jeans, and light blue loafers. It is topped off with, Neo from the Matrix, black shades inside of his hair.
He closes his eyes for a minute and then opens them back up once he realizes that the sunlight is penetrating his eyelids. He puts on his sunglasses, lays his head back, and closes his eyes to get some rest. He takes in a few deep breaths for some fresh air. (He has come here to relax from the struggles of life). He is tired of his job and needs a break from his family. I can make this assumption because I see the gold wedding band on his hand which indicates to me that he is married. His moment of peace is quickly interrupted by a phone call. 
He looks at the phone grudgingly and answers it. He says no more than 10 words and stands up from the bench. I am distracted from what is in the corner of my eye. (NSFW WARNING)





A smaller dog ends up hopping on top of a much bigger dog and begins humping her. The owners quickly separate the two and put them on a leash. After the commotion is over, I move my attention back to the bench where the man was standing, and he was nowhere to be seen. I ended up losing my subject over dogs humping each other…

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