"Hold Me" Project
In the everyday online fantasies of the curated self, each morning our internet personas munch on perfectly healthy, brightly lit, organic victuals, sometimes juiced, sometimes poached, with a sprig of microgreen perched atop; after work they do yoga or crossfit or spin, and, improbably, are always making gains, losing weight, and feeling better than ever; in the dark hours of the night they are at the hottest clubs, dressed to the nines, dancing with Tens, YOLOing sublimely into eternal ecstasy.
Absent are the hangovers and the heartbreak, the loneliness and the lust, the desperation and the doldrums.
And somehow we all fall for it.
This series is an opportunity for my subjects to occupy that other space. The images are theatric and performative, as false and staged as anything else online, but here the veil is drawn, the puppet's strings are visible, and there are no aromatic candles to cover the stench.
