This is based on a true story. Like, a very true story. Last night I went to Domino’s, drooling. I needed a pepperoni and mozarella pizza, full of grease and oil and with cheese filled crust. My body was craving some calories, you know. It just happens; I dearly call it a “fatty+regret stroke”. Anyway, after transmiting my request to the Domino’s hat guy, he told me the pizzas were gone. In sheer shock and eyes filled with anger (and hunger), I demanded an explanation. The poor guy could only show me some pics in his phone of pizzas travelling to weird places in the search of freedom. I walked back home and I ate cheese on toast crying.
Right, all of this is a big lie (it really could’ve happened), but that’s the first thing that came up to my head when I saw photographer Jonpaul Douglass’s pics. I’m really amused by the idea of someone making a shooting session to a pizza. This is just the beginning of the revolution: long live to fatty pizzas!
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