Alternative Nude

Mary Anne Tom Studio Session, Nude, Sutton Place Apartments, Bolton Hill, Baltimore, Maryland. Ilford Delta 100 Black and White 35mm negative film. Exposed 100 ISO, ID11 1+1. Printed on Cold Press Watercolor Paper with Liquid Emulsion.
Baltimore, Bolton Hill

Toned liquid emulsion printed on watercolor paper.

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Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Christina Rossetti: Remember

Empty Chair

Manhattan, New York, New York. Shot 4/28/01. Ilford HP5+ BW negative 35mm film.
New York, Manhattan

How much better is silence; the coffee-cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee-cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Clothed

3rd Third Street Promenade, Santa Monica, Los Angeles, California. Fujifilm Neopan 1600 BW 35mm Negative film.
Los Angeles, Santa Monica

LEFOU: No beast alive stands a chance against you. —And no girl, for that matter.
GASTON: It’s true, Lefou. And I’ve got my sights set on that one.
LEFOU: The inventor’s daughter?
GASTON: She’s the one – the lucky girl I’m going to marry.
LEFOU: But she’s –
GASTON: The most beautiful girl in town.
LEFOU: I know, but –
GASTON: That makes her the best. And don’t I deserve the best?

Beauty and the Beast (1991) (watch the clip)

Crossing

Albert Street, CBD, Brisbane, Queensland
Brisbane CBD

Yet there are moments when the walls of the mind grow thin; when nothing is unabsorbed, and I could fancy that we might blow so vast a bubble that the sun might set and rise in it and we might take the blue of midday and the black of midnight and be cast off and escape from here and now.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves