“I stood in front of this particular photograph for probably a full five minutes, not knowing why I was staring at it,“ she says. “And then it really dawned on me that the girl in the picture was me.”
“Robert Frank took about four photos of me without a flash in the elevator. I didn’t know he was taking them. And then when the elevator emptied of its ‘blurred demons,’” she says, “he asked me to turn around and smile at the camera. And I flashed a smile, put my hands on my hips. I hammed it up for about eight or ten frames.
He saw in me something that most people didn’t see. I have a big smile and a big laugh, and I’m usually pretty funny. So people see one thing in me. And I suspect Robert Frank and Jack Kerouac saw something that was deeper. That only people who were really close to me can see. It’s not necessarily loneliness, it’s … dreaminess.”
Sharon Collins, on the photograph Robert Frank took of her in Miami Beach in 1955.
i haven’t had any alcohol in over a week. big for me. i’ve been taking my vitamins and eating my veggies even if it’s the same meal everyday. don’t know if it’s hormone related, a touch of mania, or my mind finally agrees with my body and wants to get its shit together to finally be an adult. my head feels nice and light like there’s nothing inside and i like it
i lift my blanket a little bit every morning and my dog crawls under to lay against me with his head heavy on my ankles
things are still ok
once again i am BACK to be unhinged on this website because it feels safe and quiet here.
time for a renaissance. might look through the soft grunge tag. might listen to some unreleased lana. might fuck around and make a 2007-2014 indie playlist. i deleted long rambling posts on my “hidden” accounts from 2013. i wanted to throw up
i miss songmeanings.net and my lil journal only visible to a handful of strangers. there was one guy named nomad who always gave me shit for being a fake-deep 13 year old. he gave me really mean advice too, i miss him and hope he’s ok or alive bc man, what a figure for my development!
if i was smarter i would make it my life goal to build a time machine simply so i could experience the old internet again. i miss forums and geocities and anonymity to be as dumb as i usually feel