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•Alt title: How To Model As If Your Life Depends On It
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| 1982 |
1982- photographer Nancy Rice
How to model as if your life depends on it. Take one, broken hearted young woman working at a makeup counter, applying makeup hourly. Spending her break in the army surplus store shopping for Saturday night's outfit on Saturday afternoon.
Add another layer of make up and no customers. Mix her with the photographer working next door.
Step onto set.
Adjust yourself. Look into the camera as if you're looking your last lover in the eye with every ounce of depth that a wounded 23 year old can muster. Attempting to hurt him back so hard his heart breaks.
Look into the camera as if you are looking into his soul through the lens. Make your brain believe you are the most the most beautiful, desirable woman in the world. One that he will never get a chance with again. Make these images into posters and plaster them in every dressing room in the area advertising your services as a makeup artist. he's a musician- every club he plays he sees you in the dressing room.
Yup, he married the other girl but came back to visit me every year for ten years before his wife took him to Paris. Bad, bad Jo. Wonder what he's doing now...
he shouldn't have told me i couldn't love him because he'd hurt me. it simply wasn't true.
In reality he went away because i asked him to. my girlfriend at the time was angered when he called me at 1.30 in the morning. he didn't know i was in a relationship...later he moved to Paris and no one's seen him since.
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| Hotel Northampton |
Tu est la Jean? Toujours...
You
pulled
in
off
the road
To find
me
in my
restaurant
I
fed
you
your
dinner
Later
we'd find our way
to this
hotel
Where you
would
go to sleep
while
I watched
music tv
and
you
until
you woke
at dawn
to
leave
again
Now
it's neon
glows
to taunt me
every evening
at twilight
Emanating
from
across
the
tracks
When I
draw
the blinds
nightly
in
my mother's
house
It's
time
for you
to
return.
Written April 27 2005 for the blog Kiss and Tell© by josie soho™ edited 12 30 07
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Losilue says:
Josie Soho®pro replies:
Damn girl- are you trying to make me go back to school? I don't wanna be janine again. I've always wanted to speak and read in french...looking at your posts frustrates me but that's certainly not your fault., It's mine. And a good lesson too.
Thank you for your interest in what I write about. It's only taken 25 years to boil this down to where you see it now. I'm the only person, I completely know. I want to write my story and illustrate it. It's my legacy.
Thank you for reading and sharing your perspective to help this project grow. Keep writing! I'll go back to school at some point.
Happy New Year!
Losilue replies:
Josie Soho®pro replies:
In my case my teachers were trying to personalize our names with a French translation. Two different teachers were stumped because my name has no translation . Both came up with the name Janine for me. My own name has three syllables and has more of a lilt . Have you ever met anyone named Janine? To me it resembles the American name Janet which I can't stand. My apologies to anyone who may actually be named Janine. I should have made up my own name. At this late stage I doubt that an adult class in French would give us a name. Perhaps I will have to go to our local Language Institute and find out. ;-)
Interesting that your husband is American- couldn't he help you a bit? Perhaps he's like me . English grammar is very difficult for me. I have a story about that too. lol
just keep writing- write in English for yourself, you will learn.
regarding new stories, I understand what you mean. the stories i am telling currently are old because they are the history of what has shaped me to be who i am now. i'm still having incredible adventures but the nature of my relationships at this point keeps me from divulging them completely . in future, god willing ,i will.
Happy New Year L. It's been very nice to meet you!