I’ve always had an affection for Marla Singer, the accidental antagonist of Chuck Palahniuk’s Fight Club. She has an affinity for pills, cigarettes, and despair. In the words of Tyler Durden, “At least she’s trying to hit bottom.”
I understand her, the way she throws herself into a relationship with a man she calls “the worst thing that ever happened” to her. I understand her yearning for rock bottom, because at the bottom, we are alone. There is no one to worry about and no one left to worry about us. Like Tyler says, “Hitting bottom is not a weekend retreat.”
Although Marla Singer is sad, she is powerful. She is untamed and crazy. Although I’m not just like her (thank God), I hold aspects of her in me. In homage to her, I recently took part in a photo shoot that brought out my inner Marla. For an afternoon, Marla Singer was my power animal.
Many thanks to fabulous hair stylist, Yvonne Rosales at Enlighten Studio, and makeup artiste extraordinaire, Angel Castro. But many, many (innumerable) thanks to brilliant photographer Chris Loomis who allowed me to be as angry as I wanted to be–and smoke about a pack of Camel Lights in the process.
Dear Lord, I’m in love. These are stunning. And you captured her wild nature on film, which is not an easy feat. BRAVO!
Love how it all came out Sara!! You’re vision realized…that’s what I’m talking’ about!!
Stunning, absolutely unforgettable!!!
Beautiful photos, well done. You look angry all right!
From a fellow AW-er…
wicked. and yes, rock bottom is everything it’s made out to be.
Thanks, you beautiful thing :)
Thanks for all your support and wonderful work, Chris!