Lauren Bilanko shot a portfolio of photographs, a picture play, on the hottest day of last summer’s early August heat wave here at the house. I was recruited to pose as the effete elite collector. She’s wisely obscured me – for I’m looking rather Monty Wooley in a George Sanders role – as the focus is on the muse.
I am no more accustomed to seeing my muse than you are but Lauren’s shown it to me as in a symbolist fever dream. In one of the photos, titled Duality and Death, Indira’s perfectly poised freak Wodaabe chic is just out and there I am with my hands out. My Phoenix arises from the ashes in that dynamite picture of the piano and takes flight in the back yard. As the young people say, nowadays, It’s all about the Holy Ghost.
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