tomorrow morning, my pal dana scruggs is moving to new york. we haven't gotten to hang out enough since we re-met each other this summer, and i'm sad she's leaving, because i always need more cool, smart girlfriends. it's a good thing chicago has so much free entertainment during the summer, because that gave us ample opportunity to listen to music at the gehry bandshell or look at lichtenstein in the art institute. last week we went to oak street beach and she shot me with her fancy new camera.
|i know you can't tell, but it's an ice cream cone|
her other work is even better, i think, because her models are actual models, and you can tell how talented they are. getting a great picture is a collaboration between a strong director and an intuitive subject. dana's models use their faces, their hands, their bodies to express something ineffable. i don't know what to call that emotion that shows up on all of their faces; it's not the consternation, morose mood, girlesque dreaminess, or smizing that runs rampant through fashion photography. the undercurrent you feel in dana's images is mutual respect.
i hope dana eventually sends over the pictures of me that actually had the sand and lake, etc. but these incorporating the murals are funnier and less expected. i do feel kind of vulgar because here i am, i mean, here's my tongue. definitely more familiar with it than ever before, and it lives in my mouth.