bored. taking pictures of myself because i didn't know what else i wanted to take pictures of. i was there. the camera was there. this may have been in my "shop girl" phase- you know the book by steve martin. there was a line in there that struck a cord with me that i tried to translate into photographs. something about seeing small patches of another's skin and being seduced by it. it being more alluring than that same person baring all. i remember photographing a few others around this time and it never quite matched the vision i had in my head of what that was.
crazy hair and no body in the bathroom on mozart.
in some of the other images, you can see the degradation of the film and the shadows of the sprockets. you can see the whole roll here.
