GROOVY: The Waiting Room

I think the charm of my blog is how different one post are from another. And how I look different look to look. I like to suggest i'm many different people. Mostly I write down a short story before put my camera on timer. Also, sometimes I create a story just when I start to click.

I feel kind of uncomfortable when people ask to photograph me. I think lost all sense of what I create here.I don't get posing for someone behind the lens with no story. Personal stuff. I like to make self portraits because is part of my creative process. Is part of my self esteem process. Is part of my fashion process.

What type of feeling I'm trying to express here? Even not being my personal feeling, I try to go hard on the characters.

About this shooting: The place when we die, unless when we are talking about the scenery of one of my stories, is a waiting room. A 70s one. Orange carpet, geometric objects, a secretary wearing a pencil skirt trying to answer all the calls from a phone which never stop ringing. People waiting. Ambience sound. Actually is a Gainsbourg song without his voice. Baudelaire.

I'm not on this scene, but I just imagine myself watching the people waiting, waiting after death to decide what they should do now. On my story you have two options:

1. You can live inside a object/as a object, very lucid, watching around. Like, you can be a tree in a very high mountain. Or you can live inside a paiting, which is located in front of the bed of your ex lover. If you like to torture yourself, of course.

2. You can stay forever at the waiting room. Serving some old crackers. Talking to people who are in denial. Who doesn't? We are alive, but we act like the rest of the world don't exist sometimes. So we are kind of in the waiting room serving crackers. We are from faar, to lazy to move from there. To lazy even to be a object.

So, this scene is about that, without the melancholy. Just a very pratical vision, of us.

The photos are just my idea of the colors. Not about the story.