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8/11/2006. Collaborative works of Kirsten and Paul.

Model me...

A few months ago i would have said that a photographer can make anything look semi-alright .. however I now know that it is a two way street. If your model is shit - you have no hope, if the photographer is shit, the model is most probably going to look bad.

Scanned via my housemates negative scanner he has on overnight lend from his work (which has extended to months of lend-age ... I think his work GAVE it to us!) and resized (hence the loss of quality). I am still amazed by the whole concept of negative scanners. I developed this negative - which i know takes no talent - but it is still very fun to do as a novice (especially when i only recenlty learnt how to do it).

I also took this to our darkroom in our garage (no cars live in there anymore) and had a play around ... it was fun



This limb is broken
These fingers rusted
These eyes are frozen
This dress was trusted
This camera died. And.
Your ring lied
And. Everything
Is stuck on pause
(pretty puss clinging to a gauze)

The television doesn’t play
Anything but
-I love you every much-
In war torn whispers, screaming
Distrust.

This doll is pretty and you know
she’d fit perfectly
but if you so much as (asked)
But she may just get caught up
(and cough it up)
In spite of looking tough

Tonight:
This limb was broken
These fingers rust
The eyes have frozen
This dress screamed distrust
My camera died
And this ring lied
- Everything is
.
stuck -
.
She loved you in bright orange
Some stains don’t wash away
The battered bride loved you in bright red.
Even although she hates herself today.

this wind up toy has broken
I’d love to not be choking.
Broken rust. Frozen trust.

And the bridges are burning.


-hungerforperfection

(i am a bit unsure of this poem)