I've had a lot of heavy in my world these past few months and I've been away from home for so long now, when I speak to my girl on the phone in the evening, my day-to-day life doesn't seem to belong to me anymore. I'm packing and then I'm packing some more; my sister's life reduced to boxes and good homes and it's all so fucking surreal, I don't know which way to turn.
Wreck Beach, (the nudie beach here in Vancouver), was deserted early Sunday morning as Vivienne and I hiked our way down to the sea. I had to take a photo of this sign,
and then noted that the stairs to that point were quite far. As a fan of Seinfeld, and in particular the episode of good naked/bad naked, the whole visual of a naked man hiking back up after a long day at the beach gave me a chuckle.
I'd been thinking of a double exposure for the beach, but the combination of a washed out grey sky and my white tank top, rendered the images flat. Obviously I needed to shoot digitally...the combination of frustration with my white tank and being really comfortable with Viv, I decided to shoot my selfies topless.
And I'm here to tell you it was liberating. I was at the beach with my top off and I was free of everything for a few moments.
So I jumped.
