"You Like To Dance To The Rolling Head of the Adultress...
...You Sing In Praise Of Suicide. We Know You’re Useless, Like Cops At The Scene Of The Crime."
A line from an old Jeff Buckley song...
Poor Jeff. Poor us.
The photo is of Lisa and Lars from a long time ago.
3 comments:
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Dido's Lament
Thy hand, belinda, darkness shades me. On thy bosom let me rest. More I would, but death invades me. Death is now a welcome guest. When I am laid in earth, may my wrongs create No trouble in thy breast. Remember me, but ah! forget my fate.
James specializes in portraits, fashion, erotica and narrative imagery and has shown in national and international juried exhibitions. His first monograph, "Some of This is True" is out on Luxxus Press. He is also featured in the Taschen book, "The New Erotic Photography" (first and second editions). Working as a filmmaker over the last twenty years, his current practice is primarily in still photography. He is from Raleigh, North Carolina and lives in Brooklyn, New York.
3 comments:
Dido's Lament
Thy hand, belinda, darkness shades me.
On thy bosom let me rest.
More I would, but death invades me.
Death is now a welcome guest.
When I am laid in earth, may my wrongs create
No trouble in thy breast.
Remember me, but ah! forget my fate.
Yes.
Poor Jeff. Poor Us.
D.L. Wood
smile a little smile...Mister...
Thinking of you...For New Years!!!
xo fleurs
ps love the photo...
Frame by frame
Death by drowning
In your own
In your own analysis
Poor drowned Jeff.
Poor us...
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