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I haven't seen Anna for a grip of time, but she agreed to let me perform a clothing autopsy while she served as the mannequin. First thing we did was make a bustle from pages of the phone book.
I miss how things go at Anna's house. No matter where she lives or who she's living with, her place always has a certain rhythm. That rhythm has to do with booze and unexpected droppers-by, with 33% of the house sleeping on the couch, and another 33% W.o.W.ing nearby, and the rest tromping around in underwear while some girl tapes National Geographic pages to them.
So here's her phone book bustle, which I think makes her look oddly like a bird in conjunction with those thigh-high stripes.
Damnit, I wish I would have noticed what that curtain does to the composition. At first I was gonna take these on some downtown roofs, but at the last second I got sucked into the atmosphere of Anna's place and decided it was better to do what the nature people do and get that bird in her own environment. Anywhere else seemed too sterile, I guess. And stuff.
Anyway, that was all cake compared to this, when Anna stood in various positions so that I could tape photos to her and put in darts and so forth. It took many hours, we won't even talk about it more.
I hate this picture. She posed great, but I just screwed it up. Still, it's the only one that shows that wicked snake spread on the back.
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