someone left the ' ' out in the ain...

fo wa d

ebel

ebuff

fo saken

fo gotten

fo eve no mo e

not all knives are made of iron

virginal sheets covered in blood

the double, triple, quadruple beds

the blood soaks your mattresses of despair

your knife, invisible to others, dripping, ashamed

while the mattress is the only witness of your crimes

and the only confirmation

of your existence

purified

peace, and quiet, and beauty, and balance, and honesty, have all returned to me after having been severely disturbed.
i'm cleansed. my spirit is wide open.

i'm fearless.

(what a lot of cliches. but it's all true).

after bellocq

you cannot buy tights like these and then not take a picture after bellocq's photo of a prostitute in storyville, new orleans. that's just impossible. so here it is. it's a test as i took analogue pictures as well. and if you don't know who bellocq is, google it.

i collect vintage negatives and photographs and this is the most beautiful one i ever found, taken around 1900. a wealthy woman in a big house, holding a violin and posing so relaxed, so at ease with herself it seems. i wonder who she was and what her life looked like. there were more negatives in the box where i found this one but no more pictures of her.

hotel