Monday, July 19, 2010

While It Lasts

we curl in
on one another
in
on ourselves
paper in the fire
flames consume
and create
ashes dancing
with the momentary fireflies
spark-stars
against the black
we can't say
how long we'll
burn
but we'll be
gorgeous
while it lasts

Basements Makes The Best Dungeons



photo by Conceptually Black
model: me!

Urban Witchcraft



photo by RachelLauren Photography

model and styling, moi!

Party Favors



model: Katia Novikova

photo by moi!

Monday, July 12, 2010

Still More Anonymous Letters

Dear Anonymous-

You're right. People do hate you. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you use your friends and treat them like shit. Or maybe it's that you make promises that you have no intention of keeping. Or perhaps it's that you're unprofessional, unreliable, and flaky.

Just sayin'.

-Me



Dear Anonymous-

Wouldn't it be cool if you could edit photos in order of when you shot them, instead of which models you're most likely to be able to fuck?

This shit is getting stupid, honey. I don't like it.

-Me



Dear Anonymous-

It's soooo cute that you're trying to give yourself that "bad girl" image... It makes me giggle.

-Me



Dear Anonymous-

I flat out fucking hate you right now. But I know as soon as I see you, I know I won't be able to stay mad. And that makes me hate you even more.

-Me

Monday, July 5, 2010

f o r g o t t e n




here she stands
forgotten
and someday you'll find
the 35mm evidence
that she was ever
here
at all



(model, photo, styling: moi!)

War Is Hell - Claudia Susana


"We are young, we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong, but we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

I see the children in the rain like the parade before the pain
I see the love, I see the hate, I see this world that we can make
I see the life, I see the sky, give it all to see you fly
Yes, we wave this flag of hatred, but you're the ones who made it

Watch the beauty of all our lies passing right before our eyes
I hear the hate in all your words, all the wars to make us hurt
We get so sick of so sick, we never wanted all this
Medication for the kids with no reason to live

So we march to the drums of the damned as we come
Watch it burn in the sun, we are numb

We are young, we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong, but we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

As we walk among these shadows in these streets, these fields of battle
Take it up, we wear the medal, raise your hands with burning candles
Hear us whisper in the dark, in the rain you see the spark
Feel the beating of our hearts, fleeting hope as we depart

All together walk alone against all we've ever known
All we've ever really wanted was a place to call our home
But you take all we are, the innocence of our hearts
Made to kneel before the altar as you tear us apart

So we march to the drums of the damned as we come
Watch it burn in the sun, we are numb

We are young, we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong, but we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

We will fight or we will fall till the angels sing our song

We are young, we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong, but we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart"


-Hollywood Undead 'Young'


(photo by Claudia Susana, styling by me)