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The camera, doesn’t revolt upon you, per se, but its mirror, when reversed, convicts an image which forges your name, if not your identity. (Photo by Allan Arbus) Advertisements
Splitting images, resurrection on a loop– Stripping for heaven.
Lush, red, reposing to give Nostalgia its due– Stars wear ghosts for you.
Because we never met, you will forever and always remain the fretted girl behind double crossed scratched glass square rooted Brooklyn train station blues, the soundless frozen fragment of a life running on and outward bound.
Quartered and dissected in a recursive plunge, she, the candy striped It girl, fell from overexposed grace into a fractious spool of lost prints unclaimed.