Lonely photobooth

Walking around Westerpark in Amsterdam, I ran into this photobooth. It was just – there – available. The photobooth almost seemed to ask me to play with it. Lonely, desperately. Even it’s curtains seem to suggestively move in the wind as if they wanted to say they were ready to let me pass. But nobody wanted to make use of the opportunity. Nevertheless it stayed there, silently awaiting, for someone, anyone…