Same, same, but different. I happened to be walking behind the man on the left in the picture through Schildergasse. Relatively at the end, we passed the man on the right in the picture, and immediately, for me, a tension built, an interaction between the two, without them even looking at each other. Because as different as the two obviously are, they seemed to have so much in common at that moment.
…I just press the shutter...
