These are some photographs my friend Eric took of me awhile ago while he was learning to use his camera. He used hot lights on me and we put me in some of his clothes. He’s moved on from the hot lights, but he still likes to put girls in his clothes.
I’m quite fond of Eric, he’s a talented performer he’s like a famous, award winning mentalist and stuff. WHATEVER! See it’s kind of a love/hate relationship. He’s also a part of Darling House. He’s thoughtful, vegan, and has a pretty smokin’ bod. I kind of wish he was my personal trainer.
This is him:
He’s the first friend I made in NYC, and I think the only friend I have here that I don’t date, though I’ve written him into every movie I’ve done, and he always plays my boyfriend. I’m sure there’s some latent/blatant symbolic meaning in that.
Anyway. He’s pretty dashing and nerdy too and I like him a lot. I like these pictures too. They’re different for me, because I’m wearing clothes. They also represent to me an interesting point in a relationship with another person, when you’re still figuring each other out. I kind of got to cheat, because usually you have to devise some sort of trick to figure out how it is that someone you like sees you.
When someone photographs you, you get to see that right away, the way you look through their eyes.
Enjoy.
