That Was How I Met Roger.
The End.
Then I came across this beauty along the walls of his paintings, splattered all over in red like a Ralph Steadman piece.
We sifted through panels and panels of large scale artwork until I saw “Credo Quia Absurdum” (I believe because it is absurd) – gritty, scratched, peeling and dripping.
Credo Quia Absurdum
… and “Banana Girl.” I love her.
Banana Girl
He handed me a cold beer and invited us in to use his space for some indoor photographs. That was when we saw his paintings, like this one which depicts “what happens to a girl just 6 months after she moves to New York.”
Glitter.
Before / After
He offered us his guitar to use in our photographs.
Roger. He had left the old piano outside his apartment for Make Music New York before assholes came by and destroyed it. Although I think it looks more beautiful.
We went to Brooklyn to take some shots of friend and model, Aiesha, and found a magical street corner with dilapidated furniture and beautiful graffiti.
My cousin Marzia was visiting from Italy with her friends. Her boyfriend, Edoardo, is a photographer.
Once upon a time in Brooklyn…
~Joy
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hmm…sometimes it’s appropriate to start at the end and end at the beginning.
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you ass… is everything sdrawkcab? really like that book huh? awesome post… the photographs of the paintings came out well considering the scalding hot light that could almost melt the paint away which i almost burnt my leg on several times.