Spent a weekend on the Jersey shore
But I didn’t gamble and I didn’t swim.
The doorman had only nodded
on my way in.
It was way too loud anyway
to hear anything
he may have had to say.
And now it was way past time
for the barman to stop trying
and let the bar stay wet and dirty.
Pounding bass and flashing strobes
Cutting through all ambiguity
mystery or intrigue.
The playground of the jaded.
Pinky Floyd is kind of loud
and still hasn’t gotten over the fact
that I am drinking
in what he calls a pub
while wearing no shoes.
He’s from England, Pinky is.
And everyone wears shoes
in pubs in England.
Pinky and I haven’t bought beers for hours.
Whenever someone turns their back
he fills our glasses from their pitcher.
And on the other side of me…
Blonde and enticing.
“We’re going next door to dance. Come with us!” She asks.
“I can’t.” I say.
“I’m not wearing any shoes.”
If you close the door, the night could last forever
Leave the sunshine out and say hello to never
All the people are dancing and they’re having such fun
I wish it could happen to me
But if you close the door, I’d never have to see the day again
I’d never have to see the day again
Rest in Peace.
I have to give the model the credit for the red tape idea. It just seemed to fit with this location. It was a cold, windy November day and I actually wanted to call off the shoot. She insisted that we do it.
I love this tree! I had checked it out an knew that this shot was the one I wanted. Was just a matter of finding the right model. It was a cloudy, windy day in November with temperatures in the low 40’s. We had to work quickly.
When two people are involved in an image there is a relationship automatically created between them in the viewers’ minds. There is some communication going on between the people in the photograph…even if only non-verbal. Drama is set. Almost as if it is a film or motion picture. I believe that a much greater emotional response is created when more than one person is included in a photograph….at least for me that is true.
I’ve been called brave to shoot at this location. But just because its frequented by cut-rate prostitutes and is a haven for gay sex trolls doesn’t really mean its physically dangerous….does it? I guess I figured if no one was going to bother the whores, who the hell was going to bother me? Armistead has an erie, haunted feel to it. It just sort of lurks back in the woods, overgrown with weeds and trees. Its been cast off by the government and left to rot, for the most part….another little slice of urban decay. It really seems other-worldy in a way. That’s what I was looking for in the series of images from which this one was chosen. Like the feeling you get from Armistead now…Mystery and decadence….The feeling that there’s more here than you’re really seeing. I really wanted to use Lisa’s strong physical presence in combination with the location and accessories to create an emotional response. The character is mysterious and decadent….but also powerful with a hint of the tragic and dangerous. A vampire? I can’t decide.