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THE FAUXMANCE & THE FOOL

THE FAUXMANCE & THE FOOL

There are certain things I just don’tshare all that easily and I guess the reason for my reluctance is pretty simple: they’re the things that cause me to feel temporary (but still momentarily paralyzing) paroxysms of shame. Shame, you see, is a tough one. I can totally temper my anger and I can quietly quell my joy, but my shame comes roaring out like breath that’s been laced with fire, as though I’ve instantly been transformed into one of those mythical beasts from literature and film that have always psychologically traumatized me for absolutely no good reason whatsoever. Shame happens, and I find myself emotionally and mentally pummeled by something I probably should have – and could have – avoided in the first place. Very rarely will I find the strength to turn my fury on the person who caused the actual distress to infiltrate my life. No, I am far too preoccupied with going inward so I can more effectively beat the shit out of myself until my brain and my stomach and my tear ducts become as bruised and abused as my heart.

WE ARE JUST ANOTHER DAMN SONG

WE ARE JUST ANOTHER DAMN SONG

There was this couple once, this gorgeous, accomplished couple. Their names were Theresa Duncan and Jeremy Blake. 

They were both artists -- he with visual, undulating artwork that was essentially a new form he was creating with what was clearly a wild and brilliant brain. She was a pioneer in early CD Roms, ones that focused on the demographic the time had ignored: young, smart girls. She was also a writer and a filmmaker and an astute student of the art of what made glamour glamourous.

WRITTEN EXPOSURE

WRITTEN EXPOSURE

DREAMS. SEE, THEY'RE LIKE THIS: VIVID AND FRAGMENTED ALL AT ONCE, HYPER COLORFUL WITH PIECES OF BLACK AND WHITE AND MOMENTS OF SEPIA MIXED IN; THEY'RE FLEETING, BUT THERE'S ALMOST A HAZE THAT'S LEFT BEHIND.

THERE'S DREAMS I HAVE AND THERE'S DREAMS I HAVE THAT I REMEMBER, AND THEN THERE ARE THOSE AWAKE DREAMS, THE ONES THAT BEGIN AS HOPES OR PRAYERS THAT ONLY BECOME SOLID AND REAL WHEN I MAKE THEM HAPPEN.

MAKING THINGS HAPPEN IS HARD. 

THERE IS DOUBT. 

THERE IS LAZINESS. 

THERE IS BIG BROTHER TO WATCH THREE TIMES A WEEK DURING SUMMER.