Thursday, June 18, 2009
my fake plastic love
i started my second gig at the retoucher's today. clicking through the post-production process for a magazine photograph is frightening and perversely fascinating all at once. retouching seems to operate upon the assumption that we are all innately sexually oriented towards smooth, lustrous, and high-contrast surfaces. but if that were the case, wouldn't i want to fuck the shit out of this frank gehry building? wait, do i?
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About Me
- carola rola
- I unofficially take photographs and charm people for a living. Officially, I received a B.F.A. from Cornell University, and am now on the West Coast making websites, planting gardens, and damning the man. Be my friend at carol[dot]why[dot]zou[at]gmail[dot]com.
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