Archive for February, 2014

Here is the second largest Polaroid I’ve ever made, it’s 18 by 24″, I actually couldn’t scan it all. It’s Called “party Life” after that song from the Mighty Hannibal. It was inspired by one of those endless night in Brooklyn in August 2013.

Party Life

I’m slightly agoraphobic so I get anxious when I end up in a crowd with less and less space to move around. I need to grab on whomever I’m with to reassure myself I won’t be swallowed by the wave of people around me. I’ve been able to control it but sometimes it’s really hard. If I don’t loose myself dancing, which is hard if there is a lack of space, I just stand there and look around. As a French proverb says “La nuit tous les chats sont gris” (at night all cats are grey); night scene is interesting and sometimes surreal when you look at it with an outsider’s eye. Everybody is hiding in the dark, faces becomes homogeneous, it’s sometimes suffocating and claustrophobic.

When I see someone I actually know and recognize while I’m lost in the dark is for for me a relief that overwhelms me like an awesome wave. Being in those places sometimes requires to go in as a pack of wild animals watching for each other’s back. Plus being a lone woman in a club is never good nor recommended, you feel like a lamb surrounded by hungry wolves.

More large and small Polaroids coming soon….

till next time

~D

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I’ve been thinking about pushing further the Polaroids recently graphically without shocking. Show the most intimate moments without being overly pornographic. Real sex is nothing like pornography anyway. And when it’s done right with someone you care about it’s just something else.

Sexuality has been so banalized these days it’s sad to see people treating sex on the same level as eating a piece of pie. I personally privilege quality over quantity. And with the right partner you should have sex every single day. Different partners every week and casual fuck can never bring one to a level of comfort were both partners can be fully enjoying each other’s body. It’s however not that easy to find suitable sexual partner. If you’re honest about it.

Polaroid set of 3

 

Sex is all about trust, without trust you can’t fully give yourself to another person and thus have a fulfilling experience. Some guys however develop enough skills to make girls feel trusting and then abuse of that trust, which is just wicked. And vice versa for women who manage to manipulates men using sex. But I have to admit it is quite a skill some people develop.  It’s not sincere of them but then again honesty seems to become a more and more rare virtue just like romanticism.

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I’ll shut up now and let you ponder on this, much more Polaroids coming…

~ D

Here’s another large Polaroid, 11×15″ special for Valentine’s Day. It’s entitled “Shift” after the Grizzly bear song that was playing that night, exactly a year ago from now.

Some moments or people are associated with songs, I can remember precisely what I was doing with whom when I hear certain songs. Sometimes it makes me feel sad, sometimes I’m just happy I’m able to remember so vividly these long gone memories…. Oceania by Bjork, Stuck in the Middle with You by Stealers Wheels, What if we could by Trent Reznor& Atticus Ross, recently Shift by Grizzly Bear and Holocene by Bon Iver, are some examples of songs I associate with specific moments and specific people in my life.

For some reason, when listening to Shift,  I always hear “And when you  call I’ll be gone” when the actual lyrics are;

Baby, I’ve got silver and I’ve got gold
But when push comes to shove, this is getting old
I wouldn’t have it any other way
No, I wouldn’t have it any other way
And when you call I’ll be there
There…
I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Is my subconscious scared the person I care about won’t be there when I need him? Or is it I who won’t be there when they finally call?

SHIFTI’ll close on my favorite song from last year; Skinny Love by Bon Iver:

Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt, we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

Tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in this moment this order’s tall

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind

In the morning I’ll be with you
But it will be a different kind
I’ll be holding all the tickets
And you’ll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love, what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in lite brassieres
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind

And now all your love is wasted
And then who the hell was I?
And I’m breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?

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I still wouldn’t have it any other way….

Till next time…

~ D

The diner party

Posted: February 10, 2014 in Erotic Series

Here is a set of medium sized Polaroids entitled “the diner party”. Because you never know how your night is going to end up…

thedinerparty

It’s sad how some people abruptly disappear from your life. But there are things in our lifetime we can never control nor expect. And that’s what makes it so frightening and beautiful at the same time. These moments we remember the most will be forever engraved in our memory yet seem like a dream that’s slowly fading away from our reach and comprehension.

I don’t know what else to say so I’ll just say goodnight.

~ D