



"I want my hair back," is what I am saying in the bottom photo. Or, it's quite possible that I had just vomited three litres of food a few moments before. I can't exactly remember: SO YOUNG AND SO COLD!. God, how I wanted my fucking hair back during that time. Self portraits have always been the hardest and most frustrating thing in terms of photos.
Now for the play-by-play: I’ve drawn a bath. The Velvet underground are playing. Time to soak. Ha, ha--these are so fucking darling/how am I not myself?/you're such a wonderful person, but you've got problems:


I like the one with your head half out the window sill the best.
Posted by: ben at October 16, 2005 8:10 PMthe top one? there's two of them like that . . .?
Posted by: caroline at October 17, 2005 6:44 AMOh, duh. The second one, with you facing directly into the camera.
Posted by: ben at October 17, 2005 9:40 AMDuh-uh!
Posted by: caroline at October 18, 2005 1:54 AM