split photographic personality

the bad girls

It occurs to me sometimes that if you look at my pictures all at once, they’re a big mess. They don’t go together at all. Seriously, look at this jumble and tell me what you think.

islands at mess with texas Usually I just don’t bother to give it much thought (there are bigger things in life to consider, of course, like homesickness and Russian grammar and how to shoot bands lit by strobes) but I have a show coming up and have to narrow myself down to eight prints.

I had them chosen by default, without thinking, but they’re not all that compelling. (It’s not just that I’m bored of them. They’re not what anyone else suggests, either.) If I think about it, I have three or four different sets that make no sense alongside each other. Ugh.

century city: number ten

No related posts.

Leave a Reply