I think I just got hit with a stun gun. I love the shot of the 2 girls in the ‘little black dresses’ pulling at such a young and hunky fatherfucker. There is something about this photograph that draws my eye from side to side and back again like I am being hypnotized to remember everything I have forced myself to forget. I guess what I am trying to say is that I love the tension and motion and gesture and push and pull of it all. Pure composition. Like Dovima with the elephants only today…in the…wait a minute…NOW! Telephone pole head dresses, chunky Lucite heels and mr. man tangled up in the power cords to all the worlds electronics tied to the satellite dishes that sprout like weeds on the rooftops of the gayborhood. Freeze frame. A pretty day makes a pretty picture. Its so nice to catch up on the 2DB again. I had a bit of a blackout that I couldn’t come out of for a few months. But you know what they say…do you know what they say? HUH? When I was young I wanted to be a super famous stripper but now that I have grown up I want to be famous for being reclusive. Some of that could be attributed to no longer needing to be the center of attention and some of that could be attributed to no longer needing to be naked, vulnerable and fucked up on stage surrounded by strangers. But mostly I think my need for privacy has come because I had rather abruptly changed my creative focus from expensive clothes and pills to Guitar Hero. It is so good to be back. Godseyes Worldwide.
oh how we have missed you, god's eyes. welcome back to the anonymous (and loverly) fold. . .
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