Wednesday, December 6, 2017

#fbf

again below are images not fit for instagram (@kroll.eric)

when she was in my life I felt I was on the set of a foreign movie


east of Barstow


sleeping. closing my eyes seemed like a waste of time


Starwoman was there for my imagination



Helena in my mother's housebefore I Krollenized it


beautiful Ximena in Barstow


Ximena hides her eyesin America


Dusty Suicide bound by her nose piercing in a secret dungeon below Van Ness blvd. San Francisco


Mississippi Sarah in the same dungeon at a different time  in the early 2000s.


after being spanked


woman I met at the local post office with her boyfriend. Heavily pierced she is standing in front of Charles Gatewood's "The Perfect Gentleman", a portrait of Fakir Musafar, the father of modern primitivism.

Ironic since I just got done emailing and txting Annie Sprinkle after asking for Fakir's contact info. She snapped at me, bitter that I wanted money for the work we had done photographically together. She passed on my interest in seeing Fakir and his wife Cleo Dubois and he told her to tell me he was doing a big project and didnt want me to stop by...that he was bitter towards me also. strange since I dont remember doing anything commercial with Fakir or Cleo. Annie and I have the classic tension of feeling under appreciated both as photographer and model BUT Fakir! oh well. peace and love
to the many many years of working with Fakir and Annie!













Friday, November 17, 2017

Caprice

I'm a dollar overdrawn so I can't take the proper time to tell what I know of Caprice except to write I met her through Melanie King and she's born in Memphis and lives in New Orleans and likes it when its HOT and, or on the road. spent 3 days in Berlin knowing no one i.e. spending the first nite riding the subway.  doesn't shop second hand...doesnt finish a meal.
Therefore we're not getting married but she's pure pleasure and excites my imagination and my camera.


morning light. morning cigarette


of course she wore the Prada well


that American life. Bisbee at the Shady Del


doing her morning exercises


Caprice played the part well of a bitchy teenage cheerleader. bad to the bone(r)


she was like a stanza in a New Yorker poem


left alone in the trailer she played were herself


we ate in


her skin color, heair allowed her to almost blend into the vintage background


every so often I like to taste tobacco ever since I quit smoking


topless in white shorts covered in freckles!


sucking her thumb for my camera, wearing a vintage French can can outfit, which I found in one of the Paris flea markets following driections from Catherine Deniueve many years ago


a tender moment in front of the Mansion at Shady Del


she (Caprice) sometimes acted ashamed of the tail she had been borne with


















Tuesday, November 7, 2017

The All Souls Procession on Grande Avenue

For me there are four events in Tucson- The fossil and gem show, the rodeo, the Yaqui ceremonies around Lent and the All Souls Procession.  The later happened Sunday, November 5th with a full harvest moon. I went with my new friends Kathy Spain

and Ed Musante. I wanted to be there during sunlite hours since my camera no longer can shoot under low lite. I've dropped it too many times. The few hours of light were grand on Grande avenue.
Ed and Kathy were upset that their neighborhood Neuroticos Anonimos meeting was closed.



the faces!


beauty on Grande avenue


with sealed lips


celebrating life


note her skull skirt


tourquoise on Grande


soul


man and his dog


trapped inside their own front yard!


beauty from the side




elegance on Grande


stilts as high heels



a Sonora dog as friend


honoring the dead



beauty sitting down on Grande



a grin from ear to ear


beauty before the procession


a mom celebrates her son


hugs all around



a selfie on Grande


magnificence on Grande avenue


as it got dark I noticed a dj above the street

I dropped my friends at their house and went over to Steve Romaniello who with Karen Brennan was building an alter to friends who had passed away. Some I knew, some I didn't. Joanne Stuhr came over form the procession. Karen sang a song and we spoke about our departed friends.


Then Steve cooked us a delicious celebratory dinner of squash, cauliflower, beans and a piece of cheese.


Then I went home saddened and glad.