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This is the first photo I take – or maybe it's this one.
I'm looking for people who would like to be photographed in public revealing something of themselves – physical or otherwise. No other relationship will take place outside of being photographed.
He is the first one who answers. He's the first one.
We meet at Starbucks, he signs a release form, we order nothing.
I photograph him, but I don't know what he's doing here; what he wants to show me.
I feel lost. I go home. I keep looking. ––––––
He writes, but he doesn't want to meet. She writes: I want to meet you. I want you to photograph me naked, playing pool. I wait for her at Starbucks. She never arrives; she stands me up.
I want control.
To see the same movement repeated over and over. I want time to be liquid, flowing forward and back. Then to stop.
So I can see between these gaps to what's missing. To what I'm looking for
He writes from
I think you have in mind what I have in mind.
He calls me ‘his director.' He wants me to tell him what to do. I want him to show me what he wants me to see.
We struggle. He sends me these.
Like a boy playing with a small headstrong dog. Not dangerous, just unruly. I can't show you the rest.
He writes again from
We meet again at Starbucks. This time he's wearing a black wool coat. We talk about fantasy. He says he has none. He says he has something to tell me, but he can't tell me yet.
You have to trust me, if you're expecting me to trust you, a strange 46 year old woman met on the
It's 7 degrees out, and snowing. He's wearing only socks and underwear. He says, ‘The brave are in front of the camera, the cowards, behind it.'
A man shouts from the parking lot: ‘Hey lady! Take the picture already!'
Last night he explodes for me. I'm sorry, this is all I can show you. How was he able to capture this liquid moment, now frozen. A culmination of desire, precision and luck.
Auteur Shelly Silver
Publicatie Etcetera, 2006-09, jaargang 24, nummer 103, p. 40-45
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