Jun–2022Self-Study #182, #183, #184
Paris, May & June. I’m letting the flat grow a mess. Clothing all over, unmade bed, old vegetables in the fridge, flies buzzing in and out of the windows left constantly open. Reading Pride and Prejudice. So many men with their bodies full of tattoos. This morning thinking of J. This morning reading wrapped in a duvet. “Bisou!” a girl calls out as she leaves the cafe. The camera shop I pass every morning. The upstairs room I found at the conservatoire, mint green walls and angel wings. Once I dreamed of working in theaters all over the world. Not long ago those dreams made me blush at their broad naivete. And yet, as soon as I brushed them away, they fell into my lap, mine for the taking. Pentax UC-1