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“So short of hope,
Hard not to choke on smoking paint.
A soul survived an indoor fire,
There’s soot on everything.
Alien, adhesive skin,
The embers glow in the remains.
Back to the scene before the blaze,
Behind the scenes, someone misplaced
Pitch in the rain machine.
Spray painting the white screen,
Sparked my imagination.
Can you see that far
When the lens is stained with blackened grease?
Can you swim in tar
And still retrieve the heart,
The liquid under film noir?
Poor, poor blackbirds, wrapped in shadow,
Strewn like pebbles on dead meadows.
Help me please, I’ve lost my brother,
Summers song so cruelly smothered.
Now I live in my camera obscura,
A pinhole eye
Admitting some light,
Replacing mine.
I am guilty as sin
And so I ran back to the end.
Where it began
With arson and a dream.
An image feared
Reversed in here,
Becoming so clear,
And it simply spelled “The End”.
Can you see that far
When the lens is stained with blackened grease?
Can you swim in tar
And still retrieve the heart,
The liquid under film noir?”
[ Liquid Under Film Noir – Autumn ]
Veronica released her version of this photo as The Wild Hunt.
Photo: contessanera
Concept, editing, model, styling, grooming: GothicNarcissus
Hard not to choke on smoking paint.
A soul survived an indoor fire,
There’s soot on everything.
Alien, adhesive skin,
The embers glow in the remains.
Back to the scene before the blaze,
Behind the scenes, someone misplaced
Pitch in the rain machine.
Spray painting the white screen,
Sparked my imagination.
Can you see that far
When the lens is stained with blackened grease?
Can you swim in tar
And still retrieve the heart,
The liquid under film noir?
Poor, poor blackbirds, wrapped in shadow,
Strewn like pebbles on dead meadows.
Help me please, I’ve lost my brother,
Summers song so cruelly smothered.
Now I live in my camera obscura,
A pinhole eye
Admitting some light,
Replacing mine.
I am guilty as sin
And so I ran back to the end.
Where it began
With arson and a dream.
An image feared
Reversed in here,
Becoming so clear,
And it simply spelled “The End”.
Can you see that far
When the lens is stained with blackened grease?
Can you swim in tar
And still retrieve the heart,
The liquid under film noir?”
[ Liquid Under Film Noir – Autumn ]
I liked this photo ever since it was taken, but while I was editing it, I experimented with some layer blending and this came out. I truly love it and it immediately reminded me of the song.
Venice.
Veronica released her version of this photo as The Wild Hunt.
Photo: contessanera
Concept, editing, model, styling, grooming: GothicNarcissus
Image size
667x1000px 456.8 KB
Make
Canon
Model
Canon EOS 400D DIGITAL
Shutter Speed
1/100 second
Aperture
F/11.0
Focal Length
55 mm
ISO Speed
800
Date Taken
Mar 14, 2009, 12:28:38 AM
Sensor Size
3mm
© 2009 - 2024 GothicNarcissus
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This is so awesome. Great editing.