In photos, smoke in the back brings out the features of the face and shows them in a different light. The less I can see behind me the clearer I can see myself…there is a certain magic about smoke, about fog…what is it that attracts us to it? It seems to me that what attracts us is not the aesthetics of it, rather the very state of not seeing. Our brain has come up with a wide range of protection mechanisms meant to help us “not see” within us, around us, behind us and especially in front of us. And still they are not enough. Still, we remain sober enough to see and seeing hurts. This is why smoke has the certain magic around it, meant to give us a hint at the idea of a blissful life- a life with eyes wide shut, where everything is possible and nothing really happens.