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Bryony Good / You / London

She stared at him hazily as he leaned in to kiss her. For a second she entertained the idea. Just a second, before she awkwardly turned her head and pursed her lips as if that would certify the lack of kiss planted upon them.

“Sorry” he murmered

“I just wanted to us to be normal people for once”

“I know, I... I just can’t help myself with you.”

“You can” she replied.

“I’m sorry, I’ll leave” he stood up to leave, pulling his chair away from her.

She walked to the door with him, their favourite record still playing. 

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Alexander Norton / You / Brighton

Company 

Part I

In Las Vegas there were flyers being handed out displaying seductively dressed women entailing their phone numbers. I had a room to myself as two friends of mine needed to clear their sexual tension, and so did I. After walking around the soulless strip, avoiding the clicking of cards of scandalous ladies seductively inviting themselves to my room for money, I plucked up enough nerve to call them from my mobile.

Seeing the advert of $69 I considered the financial implications of this transaction, a lady answered with "hey bby". Stuttering and stammering away I proceeded to adventure into the possibility of having someone around the cheap and dated hotel room. After requesting a lady named Georgia, who from her picture seemed very nice even down to her mini belly, beautiful legs, and fringe that framed her face in a way that made me think of her eyes. The possibility to photograph such a person became my next question. As she proceeded to ask my preference on tits and body type, I asked for Georgia, the 19 year old from the advert.

Georgia didn't exist.

She was a model and was not on the books so to speak. I should have known by the dated background and poorly lit photograph, but this was Vegas afterall. After we haggled from $200 to $150 to eventually $100. I didn’t take the punt. She could not guarantee an opportunity to photograph.

I then messaged my friends in the room next to me.

"Holy crap. I called the number. It’s like $100 for them to come over. But it’s a different person. The people on the adverts are different people, like models. I declined. They don’t take pictures etc. man, I’m shaking a like a leaf for making that call, so nervous. I hope it didn’t cost too much to call but I can handle it. I shot about 4 rolls tonight. Woah."

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Josh Turner / You / Falmouth

Just when did you decide to be you? 

You are something you never agreed to. You are the culmination of generations of mistakes, chance meetings, fleeting glances, miscommunication. You are the sum of a number of parts you didn’t create, choose, or add together. You’ve never made a decision, a choice. You are both incident and accident; you see double when you look in the mirror.

You were never singular; you were always several, a crowd. You are a mess of embarrassments, mishits, letdowns, faces, voices, personalities, subjectivities, circuitries. You are wired in, bolted on, another addition to the information landscape, another unit of mass communication livestock. 

You live in a world you can access but can’t edit. You live in a world you can see but not reproduce.  You live within a network you can use but not decrypt. You are information you can process but not understand. 

Just what, exactly, are you? You are nothing but what the others have made you. Just when did you decide to do the things you do…? Just when did you decide to be you…?