Someone I knew in a past life. Someone who sees nothing except beauty in every instance. Someone who is not affraid to be dark. Someone to convince me that life will go on when one day I can no longer work my summer job, and that its ok to have even a single second pass when I do not think about my campers, and the need to be a role model. Wait, thats not entirely accurate. It should state: Someone to continually remind me that everything I do and I am makes a good role model for my girls, no matter what society thinks of body jewelery, sexuality, the art world, guns, seductive photography, or any other part of who I am and what I do. So, here it goes, I embark on a journey now, not needing to meet anyone else, but needing those girls who are so important to me to meet the WHOLE me, even if it is the crazy busy, never-available, design-addicted, photography=life, sophisticated, organized, insomniac, (still black and white) femme that I am.Someone trustworthy. Someone who won't stab me in the back. Someone who truly cares as little about what others think as they claim to. Someone who actually is mature and doesn't just pretend to be.
Are just a way to ignore all the shit going on around you and pretend that your life doesn't exist for a few hours. Its a sad excuse for a waste of perfectly good time.
Must contain photographs: in black and white, of half-dressed figures, of naked figures, of art, of women, of truths frozen in time, of raw imaqes, of digitally made-over images, of my friends, of beauty, of nature, of all things dark, of all things naughty, of all things fetish, of all things innocent, of all things pure.
My dad. And John Dau