I am of the temperament of coffee, double cheeseburgers, and cigarettes.
When I’ve drank too much, I’m fond of saying “yay for me” a bit too much.
I was not; I have been; I am not; I do not care.
What do we do while we’re waiting for whatever happens next? It’s in these intervals, spaces, where my photography resides. We’re all so damn linear, and the thing to do seems to be to prop a model against a wall and call her beautiful. Have fun with that.
Tenants of the house,
Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season.
And nobody will care.
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