His Shutter Fucked It All
Joy Brown
I once believed every click of his Leica lens was love — he made me the exclusive muse of Los Angeles galleries, called me his "everything," but why did he abandon my exhibition and run when a stranger called?
That woman named Isabella — why is she wearing the exact same "love ring" as mine?
Three years of devotion, was I nothing but a stand-in for his lost love? When his camera shutter clicks, I smile instinctively — is this love carved into my bones, or his carefully orchestrated conditionin...
That woman named Isabella — why is she wearing the exact same "love ring" as mine?
Three years of devotion, was I nothing but a stand-in for his lost love? When his camera shutter clicks, I smile instinctively — is this love carved into my bones, or his carefully orchestrated conditionin...