So, I somehow figured out that 1 year ago today I received my Sony RX100 II in the mail from good ol' HitRECord!
The day I got the email that I was one of the 50 chosen photographers to receive one of these nifty little cameras is one of my favorite HitRECord memories. I've had both good and bad times with this little guy, and he is in my bag every day for any unplanned photo opportunities. I've done the majority of my street photography in New York with this little guy & I continue to swoon over the wonder which is the Zeiss lens.
So, many thanks to HitRECord, the curators and all of you stellar kids of HitRECord. I'm looking forward to more fun with this little guy.
Also, I definitely had to clean ink splatter off of him for this shot. Because he's usually kind of an inky mess (like me!)
"So what the fuck am I to do?
Smoke trails against my skin as armor steels against this disdain. Each inhale burns but this empty space sears into my bones & all I ask is to be numb. I can't sleep without your breath, without the even sighs and exhales which calm this anxious encasement.
Empty streetcars share their lies of comfort as I wander, praying against the ghosts seeking their way into these empty spaces. You came upon me as I lay drowning, encouraging your life force into this beaten bloodstream. Hydrogen left with each...
I walked away scarred.
I don’t know how else to describe it. This person, this man, this fucking stranger scarred me in a matter of 4 seconds. I saw it all. The mornings in bed, the scar to the right of his hip, the smile that brushes his lips as he watches me step out of the shower. I felt it too - the rush of excitement at the sound of his key in the door, even after years of hearing it and waffles instead of flowers on our anniversary. 4 seconds & I’m ruined. There’s a ringing in my ears as dark eyes, dark enough to take me...