Jessica Lange photographed by Antonio Lopez, Paris 1974.
this is truly the work of the devil
wow, so my whole world just got turned upside fucking down
Something about him reminded me of one of those figures from old-fashioned playing cards or the sort used by fortune-tellers, a print straight from the pages of an incunabulum: his presence was both funereal and incandescent, like a curse dressed in Sunday best.
one time i was directed to do this in a show and then a day later the director said to cut it because it looked like i was tickling balls. i have never made this gesture since because of that memory.
thanks for ruining everything, bro