The idea came to me a few months ago when I read that a lot of New Yorkers still have little dust particles from 9/11 stuck to the sides of their lungs. It's really no big deal, we have a lot of shit in our lungs, especially those of us who live in urban environments. Still, the idea of carrying pieces of The World Trade Center with us physically has some serious parallels to our emotional luggage.
Right now it's about 15 photos of individuals doing normal, everyday tasks while completely covered in dust, dried blood and soot.
I'm going to wait until I get a crituqe on these suckers before sharing them with you.
Putting that shit on myself was strange. When I first looked in the mirror I froze for a few minutes and felt very odd. It felt disgusting. It made me realize how lucky I was to be safe on that day. It also made me realize how horrible people must have felt after getting home and standing in the shower for a few hours trying to get cement out of their hair while still thinking about what happened.
Yeesh.
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jeez that's pretty crazy. I think it looks pretty damn cool from that one photograph.
dusty sinclaire
Yeah I think it looks great. How did you get all that dust. Like what is it.
Also sounds like a poem that the dope firefighter from Rescue Me would write.
I don't want to ruin the magic Carlos but I can't help it:
It's ash from my fireplace. Actually, dura-flame ash. Which, after rubbing all over my face and body I realized is essentially carbon monoxide in a powdered form. I kid you not, I got very, very sleepy and light headed.
Also, this morning I hacked a loogie that was black and had soot in it.
Really wise decision on my part.
I'll tell you this in person, but SRSLY this is far-out. Weirdly elegant, too.
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