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| Rosa 'Sexy Rexy' 23 September 2024 |
A week back when I projected some slides at the Gallery881 slide night I was asked for the difference between film and digital photography. I unexpectedly to the audience I answered with one word, “unpredictable”.
In all the years I shot film I made as many mistakes as were possible and then some. There is that element of the unforeseen (and sometimes pleasant) surprise that I like about shooting film.
Showing your subject the result of every shot, with the back of your camera display, in my opinion, dampens the flow.
When I saw Rosa ‘Sexy Rexy’ today, it most certainly is not at its perfection. That might have happened four or five days ago.
I am going to bring Rosemary into this blog. When I first met her sometime around December 15th, 1967 she was perfect. She was flawless. Her legs were stellar. Her face reminded me of Mary Travers and Eva Marie Saint.
52 years later Rebecca took our portrait three months before Rosemary died. She was wearing her wedding dress which I must state is in perfect shape.
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| 31 July 2020 |
Looking at the portrait of us both connects with me the scan here of Sexy Rexy. There is a beauty in the imperfection. It is a delicate imperfection.
Rosemary and I liked to parade around the house with not much on. We took frequent shared baths in our tub. She would have noticed, as I did, that our bodies were imperfect.
We had bedroom shenanigans until just a few months before she died.
I can now assert (I cannot imagine that in the past I would have known this) that I am not interested in young women in yoga pants, the parade of gluteus maximus or red carpet cleavage. The only woman who stirs in mind moments of desire is my dead Rosemary.