Fourteen Models, A Reflective Series
She balances on the thin line between soft reality and metaphor.
If I ever get my grimy hands on her again, I will make her a ritual, symbols all over the symbol of her body. I want her for the cyber shoot, which is, so far, simply conceptual, drawn in snow in my mind at the ruins of an old house, in a section of the woods where my old life used to be. I hope she’ll come.
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