The love story started spontaneously. I noticed it in the middle of a boring day - it was love at first sight. There were no special news events that day to photograph - no ultra-orthodox demonstrations or Palestinians throwing stones. I decided to visit the old flea market in Tel-Aviv, a vibrant place I always find fascinating and which I never get tired of photographing.
It was in one of those narrow side alleys that I suddenly noticed it - an old camera with a beautiful accordion neck. I stopped by the stand and carefully picked it up in my hands as if I was holding an old Chinese vase. I tried putting on an indifferent face, turned to the seller and asked the price. “150 shekels” was his answer. (That’s equivalent to about $42 as I write this.) “That’s really expensive”, I snorted, “I’m willing to give you 50 shekels for it”, I continued with the best apathetic voice I could generate. The seller, who probably sees a hundred bad traders like me every day, just nodded lightly, letting me know that I was wasting his time. I walked away, knowing I would be back to his stand soon enough, but I had to make it look as if I came back by chance. Five minutes later, I was back at the stand. “I’ll give you 100 shekels for it and that’s my final offer” I shrugged. “Sure, no problem – 150 shekels and it’s yours,” replied the seller without even looking at me. Needless to say, we closed the deal. Click to continue ›