i got the arty photos i posed for on sunday. from the art school chick who, let's face it, i have on a little pedestal. which is sort of unlike me.
i can't post them yet as promised, because i'm an idiot with no technical know-how.
i will, though. when my boy comes over this weekend and i ask him to help me, sort of pretending that it's not that important, which is how i learned to ask for things while growing up (i once overheard my mom schooling another mom in parenting, and she said, "if they seem to want something too much, that probably means you shouldn't give it to them.")
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. i don't know her, and she's younger than me so it's kind of unlikely, but i've been reading her journals and i think i want Vanessa to be my new mommy!
i can't post them yet as promised, because i'm an idiot with no technical know-how.
i will, though. when my boy comes over this weekend and i ask him to help me, sort of pretending that it's not that important, which is how i learned to ask for things while growing up (i once overheard my mom schooling another mom in parenting, and she said, "if they seem to want something too much, that probably means you shouldn't give it to them.")
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. i don't know her, and she's younger than me so it's kind of unlikely, but i've been reading her journals and i think i want Vanessa to be my new mommy!
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I like the idea of a poetry of images.
(see John Berger 'Once in Europa'
Have just been looking at your favourite pics and trying to work out why you like them. That was fun!
I think you like your ladies langourous.