“Where do you see yourself within a year?” he asked me as we walked in the busy streets of Seoul “In my own country working, maybe as a freelancer, maybe in magazine, even on TV! Can you picture that?” I laughed still not sure where he was going with that question, or those legs I feared “So this” he pointed at us “Won’t last for too long?” he stopped on his tracks and turned to look at me “Probably no” I simply said coming to realization “Well, then I wish you a lifetime full of moments too beautiful to capture on film”.

In which the boy who is always running away from cameras meets a girl whose responsibility is to command them, and somehow those lens that he often related to hunting arrows pointing exclusively at him, going for his kill don’t seem so harmful anymore.