December 2010
“How terrible it is, to love something that death can touch.”
“Just bend over, do something sexy, or smile affectionately at a guy, flip your...”
– Theory on men by a man.
I like seeing intimacy in photographs.
It’s something that is so personal, so introvert, so legitimately limited to people outside of committed relationships, that getting to see it captured in an image, sends all sorts of incredible memories back. All that I try to repress, is embodied there in front of me; in certain instances, I do get upset, other subjects though, fill me with warm feelings and bring a smile to my face. It...
