Noon with friends

The story behind the camera my friend used in taking pictures: it was left one night on a table in a bar where her brother happened to be drinking in. Nobody returned to ask for a missing camera. Maybe nobody was brave to get the camera--it's a low-grade point and shoot, judging from its look, with lots of edges and plastic varnish peeling off and tens of stickers on its aluminum body. My friend insisted to take all these pictures in black and white, since the colored ones usually turn out pixelated. Some shots were candid and wonderful; the rest, all 400 pictures, don't really say anything at all.