soldiers, santa, satan and the duality of feminine psyche, a short love story told in female iconic imagery collected from around the web
Then it went to stalking the cookbook section of Barnes & Noble where I would spend hours running my hands tenderly over endless photos of sumptuous layer cakes, luscious maple bacon topped burgers and succulent rainbow colored salads.
‘I first picked up the guitar when my family was in refuge in Tamanrasset, Algeria when I was about twelve years old. It was the beginning of the rest of my life.”
It was the morning after the eclipse. The first change was the price of cigarettes up by TEN CENTS
The old garage in Bushwick had been transformed into a fashion atelier. My friend Olaf, the owner, was having an animated discussion with a seamstress about the quality of the thread used to sew a pile of garments in a corner.
“I don’t love you anymore!” and then someone says, “Ok, let’s try it again.” So this is going to be a performance about the same moment, repeated…”
For a while, I did quite well, processing the conversations of the evening, but once we crossed the river, I started to feel myself dancing to ghost tunes, falling in and out of second long junkie cat naps
Eula was her usual bundle of positive energy bouncing around the room like a little blonde explosive device (She’s the same person on and off stage, a natural rock star).
This is part of a series of photos called ‘Dark Nature’. It was shot at midnight in Morsasco, Italy. The camera was a Canon 5D MKII.
