braided & jaded

i took this at a very low moment of my very lovely life.

 

thanks for inviting me, Photographers of the World group! to go along with your swell guidelines, a bit more about this photo:

 

i was 28 when i took this of myself in spring 2004. i'd spent the weekend in rosarito, mexico, having gone for a drum & bass (i am a decade-long disciple of this music that's very fast and usually very dark). i'd only skipped one night of sleep, but it felt like 4... unusual for this naturally nocturnal insomniac. we'd suffered many levels of tragedy... from stolen money to a possible sighting of a loss of life... and man, was i ready to go home. i was waiting, in the heat, for a tram at the border, having just spilled the entire contents of my makeup bag on the floor of the station then nearly forgetting it as the tram was taking off. the train from the border through san diego to los angeles, was filled with beer-soaked belchers who were shouting the most inane things. i wanted to wish those walking cliches... and the whole weekend, really... into oblivion.

 

and then i went about my merry life in hollywood, working in entertainment advertising, organizing my formidable costume closet, and slowly learning to take pictures that are beginning to bring me a true joy i hadn't before known.

 

i look forward to learning more about the lot of you, your inspirations and your perspectives.

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