She'll come, she'll go. She'll lay belief on you
Skin sweet with musky oil
The lady from another grinning soul

Cologne she'll wear. Silver and Americard
She'll drive a beetle car
And beat you down at cool Canasta

And when the clothes are strewn don't be afraid of the room
Touch the fullness of her breast. Feel the love of her caress
She will be your living end

She'll come, she'll go. She'll lay belief on you
But she won't stake her life on you
How can life become her point of view

And when the clothes are strewn don't be afraid of the room
Touch the fullness of her breast. Feel the love of her caress

Eleanor, by Harry Callahan

Read an eloquent article about some of my favorite fine art photographers, and their wives as muses. Each artist has his own sort of quiet, reticent way of expression, but there's genuine care and love that comes through in all of them that seem to have lasted decades. Made me feel happy.

Find it at the link below.

Excerpt from Arthur Ollman's The Model Wife (2001), via ASX

In W Korea

photo by Philip Lorca diCorcia

I like this haircut. Robyn also had it when she performed on SNL last week.

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