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| Jaimie Warren is Super Cool, Yeah! |
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Naked among salmon colored walls, ankle boots and gold flecked mirrors. The first time I saw Warren's poligamous photographs, I was turned on. The second time, I wanted to join in. The third time I did. No, not really, but I jumped on board with her idea of a good party.
As provocative as her photographs may seem, they have a sort of naivity, innocence to them. Like a bunch of kids at a slumber party discovering each other's bits and by the end of the night they are snorting cocaine, but are too young to understand that it isn't pixie stick sugar that they are inhaling. The highs are the same and they both only last for a few minutes, it isn't far fetched. There is no gender inequality or tragic sob story, simply campfire romping and maybe a social commentary on what it means to be free of inhibitions.
So in essence, what do you do when your friends care not about anonymity and free glances are there for the taking? Take pictures you dope!
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| by Laura 11/19 |
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