





Remember all her fireflies
Young heartbeats chased through dusky nights
Washed blue and gold
In guilded guise
That salted skin
And freckled thighs
The symphony of crickets coo
A song our fathers heard the same
Their fathers might’ve listened too,
Eternally she’ll chant her name
This is a photo of my dad and me in the middle of a simulated plane crash. We set it up ourselves. (My dad flys planes.) I put my camera up on the dashboard to take a photo of us and just as I was about to press the button, without warning me, he sent the plane into a dead drop.
A ...unique photo moment.
So these images have nothing to do with me being into the idea of suicide, which I’m not. I just think these stills are very beautiful. I’m a big fan of Sofia Coppola's cinematography. There’s a common thread through all her popular films (Virgin Suicides, Marie Antoinette, and Lost in Translation) where the actual script is secondary to the imagery and coloration of the film, as far as driving the narrative.
I've read she gets a lot of criticism for the weakness of her plots and the music-video-like quality of her films, but I feel these critics are comparing her work against convention she’s not trying to follow.
I think there are infinite ways to tell a story.