I love playing with the hues of black and white. White gives me the space. And Black gives me the colours.
Sometimes the absence of some things re-establishes their being with a strange kind of strong re-assertion. Similarly, I believe that is, what’s magical about black and white, the ever so colourful non-colours. Where one symbolizes the presence of all and the other, the absence.
Maybe that’s why, for some people the magic of old black and white movies would never go. It truly created a presence of a lot of other elements, by mere absence.
Lastly, I do think it’s a wide-screened, black and white world: with a lot many zebra crossings.
Watch out for the light.