I was just through with photographing great-aunt with great-nephew when his brother turns up and wants to be in it. Fine, but it doesn't work very well. He, though, is terrific, and I do him alone. With the speed of a runway model changing into the next outfit, out of the blue he finds and carefully adjusts his hat, pulls up his under pants and wriggles down his jeans and stands their ready for me.
Great! Post-modern use of underwear to deconstruct the mean of "pants."
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ReplyDeleteIncredible...what incredible talent. The blog is excellent and your work is truly unbelievable.
ReplyDeletePull up your pants yo.
ReplyDeleteAre you kidding me? I look at it every chance I get!
ReplyDeletePull up your pants yo!
ReplyDeleteI love the head scarf more than underpants. Reminds me of Rudolf Valentino in The Sheik. I see Arabian knights marching through the concrete Brooklyn desert whenever I see them, the cloth floating in the wind behind them.
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