aph it. I’ve gone a couple of nights now to clear my head and hope to catch the train… I had no luck. While I’m waiting, I think of how I could connect it to my model photography. I’ve been in the studio for a while now, changing the scene of things and posing models instead of trains. I’m trying to find that link that makes my two favourite subjects come together like a fairy tale. I know it sounds ridiculous to try and associate the train to a man who’s love is a real live woman. I think it relates to my personal life… I’ve inspired myself from my own love life. I’m not sure why… but I do know that its good inspiration…I’ve also inspired a lit
tle of Mapplethorpe’s nude photography, although I’m not into taking completely nude pictures yet. I find ponctum in them. The way the female bodies are positioned, the shadows that fall onto their bare skin… it’s quite intriguing… I might inspire from him when it comes to working more and more in the studio… I’m not sure why I’ve been cooped up inside that room for photographing, but I think it’s because I’m not very fond of the snow outside right now… winter engulfs my photographs in white. White is everywhere! … Trains, you’ll have to wait…
