Jules of Nature
Keni
Misplaced Lens Cap

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Sade Olutola
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
RMH
Three Goblin Art
Show & Tell

Andulka
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
todays bird
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
will byers stan first human second
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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@ladymadsen
Stein Egil Liland
“It’s impossible to offend someone if he doesn’t want to be offended.”
— Friedrich Schlegel, Critical Fragments
The Tale of Madame Laree || Part II
shot on @polaroid SX70 film
by @annamadsen
The Tale of Madame Laree || Part I
Shot on Cinestill 800 T and experimental 35mm
Analog film story and lyrics by @annamadsen
Madame Laree
Marina was nineteen with an aura
full of light beams
that could pierce any
lucky man’s heart.
Her lips were stained with berries
her voice brought in the canaries,
because they wanted to sing her song -
She was full of beauty,
but her heart was rather lonely,
so she called upon Madame Laree.
Madame Laree
With your tarot and teas
Won’t you bring me company
And a man who will love me?
Madame Laree
With your wisdom and foresight
Don’t make this pretty girl
Alone tonight.
Well, a handsome villain came
To town and Marina’s heart
Fell to the ground,
His eyes cast a winsome spell.
Well he broke her heart
And left her there
To weep upon the city square
And Marina cursed Madame Laree
She was full of fire
And her broken heart conspired
She called upon Madame Laree
Madame Laree
With your tarot and teas
Won’t you bring me company
And a man who will love me?
Madame Laree
With your wisdom and foresight
Don’t make this pretty girl
Alone tonight.
Marina was 23
With a broken mind and blackened dream
Her lovers turned to trophies by her side
Her lips were stained with poison words
Her life brought darkness close to her
And she felt no happiness in side.
She once was full of beauty
Now her heart was rather lonely
So she called upon Madame Laree.
Don’t make this pretty girl alone tonight.
Bring me a love that will last through time!
Don’t make this pretty girl alone tonight!
Don’t make the same mistake
And fool me twice.
Madame Laree
With your tarot and teas
Won’t you bring me company
And a man who will love me?
Madame Laree
With your wisdom and foresight
Don’t make this pretty girl
Alone tonight.
I’ve got your reading.
Don’t double cross me.
(I’ll never forget)
Bring him back
(I’ll never forget)
Madame Laree.
got your call, babydoll || collection two
M : Gabbi
Portra 400 (purple filter) #35mm
Portland, Maine || July 2021
by @annamadsen
got your call, baby doll || collection I
M : Gabbi
Portra 400 (purple / pink filter) #35mm
Portland, Maine || July 2021
by @annamadsen
Gabbi & Maria
#35mm on Portra 400
Cape Elizabeth, Maine || August 2020
By @annamadsen
support for the life spins
Cape Elizabeth, Maine || August 2020
Maria and Gabbi on Portra #35mm
modern nymphs
Cape Elizabeth, Maine || August 2020
Sky, Gabbi and Maria on Portra 400 #35mm
Gabbi for my MANIC/MELANCHOLIC project. Shot on experimental BW 35mm film.
Denmark, Maine || December 2022
“The duty of the colonized subject, who has not yet arrived at a political consciousness or a decision to reject the oppressor, is to have the slightest effort literally dragged out of him. This is where non-cooperation or at least minimal cooperation clearly materializes.”
— Frantz Fanon, The Wretched of the Earth
“Make your friends your teachers and blend the usefulness of learning with the pleasure of conversation.”
— Baltasar Gracián, The Art of Worldly Wisdom
“The essence of the poetical sense, it may be, consists in being impressionable to the point of losing self-awareness, in getting emotionally wrought up about nothing and moved to daydreaming for no reason at all.”
— Friedrich Schlegel, Athenaeum Fragments