Some thrift store finds are a little more grossly perfect than others..this loincloth/belt (see it more clearly here) is starred up, studded up, and double belted up. And it cinches in tightly at the high waist where nothing ever fits me. Quadruple win. One of my friends is convinced it’s a cropped single thigh chap (questionable singularization acknowledged) for the burlier cowboy. But the minimal sense this makes fades the more you try to conceptualize it logically. So loincloth it is. Then again this is the same man that asked me today what kind of berry gatherer I would be…”Would you pluck them individually? Or bunched? Why did I ask, you would pick each single morsel and place it in your satchel. You should do a shoot with cavemen.” Prompted by me telling him how much of a relief it is to be free of corrective lenses so that were I to be suddenly time warped to the Neolithic I wouldn’t be the weak myopic one in the tribe. Since you were wondering. And I know you weren’t. Worn with tshirt dress I never knew what to do with before, second day hair, my most beaten up bag, and a magical double shadow in a crazy crosswalk the earth is determined to split open.
By the way some of you have noticed I’ve been posting some odd photos here and there lately..it was the closest thing to a New Year’s Resolution that I had to start taking more pictures…I used to screw around with photography and sort of stopped for no reason at all. It’s felt kind of good to play around with it again. But of course Colin’s photos will continue to reign..we tend to have very different takes on the same situation and his will to experiment with photography as far as his mind will take him has never ceased to amaze me.