I love discovering someone. You know when you don’t even know how you first discovered them but there they are becoming magnificent in front of your eyes and you suddenly feel like the world is vibrant again? At that moment I don’t want anyone else to know that person, because here you go: I always want someone so special and unique that no one else could want them because they don’t get how damn special they are. But then I do want everyone else to know, at the same time. I want to tell everyone guess what lovely thing I found and don’t you think it’s lovely, you must understand how damn lovely it is. Some people will look for a second. Don’t look for too long. I think, though, that perhaps there is a point where that someone sees you back and you feel that gaze and you feel special too. You feel so damn special and unique and if they turn away for a moment then it is gone. You are just where you were before and what a sadness that makes you feel. Like nothing happened at all, and you were here alone all along.
Clou le Fou
In conjunction with my photography exploring negative space, I have also been writing in that silent time between midnight and 4am, and here I have gathered memories and words from that space between dreams and reality.