i want to live in a soft-focus world, all sepia-colored, blurred in all the right places, the sun perpetually glowing somewhere out of sight. i want the kind of face with the eyes glowing bright, color shining like joy defined to CMYK values, hue and saturation amped so my pale skin recedes and my eyes catch everybody else's. i want perfect skin in quirky-cropped portraits. but i want it to seem so real, authentic, natural, images that make your belly clinch with wistfulness. i want polaroids, off-center, with the taste of authenticity woven in with the chemicals and the paper.
Shake, shake.
desaturated shots of me laughing with a background of a place you've never been, vague enough to make you long to go. hair blowing in a breeze. eyes knowing over the edge of a coffee cup, my body bending as I lean into the frame from a world outside - a rich and beautiful, soft-focus, hazy-edge, perpetually young world where it's clear I live, yes, all the time, only occasionally stepping into this neat rectangle so you can glimpse my life in its hazy, carefully-carelessly-composed and lightly edited glory.
click, click.
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