^idolization is the best sin. welcome to the thread. though i can't help but to suspect you're spam.
by robert r mcelroy. love those gray blue eyes
see her earrings? one's a cloud and the other is a thunderbolt. fucking adorable
thirteen, modeling her retainer
chicken pox scars
was checking out top 10 lists of the world's most expensive photos. "Spiritual America," a print of richard prince's appropriated photo of gary gross's photo of 10-year-old baby brook, is ranked 2nd or 3rd at $3.97 million usd in a 2014 christie's auction. same photo scottland yard made the tate remove before opening an exhibit, under threat of obscenity charges.
in 1990, a county prosecutor indicted the then director of the cincinnati contemporary arts center on obscenity charges for mapplethorpe photos. the museum left the photos up and beat the charges in court. dennis barrie is the director's name. what a hero. a couple years ago the cac hung a few of them again -- along with works from other artists that have faced criticism and censorship -- in a exhibit on the concept of obscenity. only time i've seen a sally mann print in person. place is cincinnati's gem.
i subscribed to playboy last year because it was finally time to put my money where my mouth is. i love it. i regret nothing. there are many many american publications out there, and so many of them are great for their own reasons, but i've chosen my side. Playboy is the greatest American publication and is the most important thing to come out of Chicago besides Enrico Fermi and Phillip K. Dick.
anyway Ezra Miller posed NOT NAKED but in frilly shit for Playboy for the 65th anniversary issue. One of the photos was my phone background for a WHOLE MONTH which is a big deal for me -- I usually change it once a week.
by chloe rosey on portra 400. what a risk for such a moment.
i've been making an effort to be bolder with shutter speed as of late. an effort to be bolder with all technical aspects. instead of finding something that works and leaning on it. i scared myself away from low shutter speeds with my first roll. recovering has taken too long. also street and the risk of getting stuck on a roll has scared me away from low speed film and open apertures. when i first started, i shot everything wide open. i didn't know what aperture was. so i thought, "man, if i use f1.8 i can photograph anything at 1/60 or above and never fuck a shot." my shots depended on meticulous focus and i thought that's just the way photography was. since, i've found bland comfort in tight apertures. i never focus. often don't look through my viewfinder because i don't shoot above 50mm and know the wide focal lengths by brail, which is dumb. don't even know if my lenses and rangefinders are accurate. who cares? stop down and shoot. that's restrictive too if you let it become a crutch.
I have learned so many things, Father. Not just how to make vichyssoise or calf's head with sauce vinaigrette, but a much more important recipe. I have learned how to live, how to be in the world and of the world, and not just to stand aside and watch. And I will never, never again run away from life, or from love, either.