Last Thursday I attended the exhibition of Infinity by Cassandra Scott-Finn in Chippendale for Art Month Sydney. Her artwork was a semi-transparent structure of radiant mirrored acrylic, that continually changed colour and incorporated both the viewer and environment into a mesmerising kaleidoscope. It was an interactive sculpture which you could enter and become a voyeur of the outside world through rose-tinted lenses.
|Leather jacket from some random Asian store|
Thrifted knit jumper
Jack London silk tie
Doc Marten boots
Shedding layers as we go... I know, I know. I was one picture away from being topless and scaring away my whole audience base of two readers (thanks mum and dad for reading my stuff <3). Luckily though, those X-rated images will remain in my hard drive and life's greatest mystery of what I look like underneath my garments will forever be a secret. Unless, by some chance, the contents of my computer get stolen by some hackers, preferably by Anonymous and then leaked onto the Internet. Then I'll soar to stardom and relish in my fifteen minutes of fame. Muahahaha...
But in all seriousness, that probably won't happen seeing as me topless is not going to have the same effect that Taylor Lautner gets. Quite the opposite in fact. And lets spare a moment to consider what was going through the photographers mind while I continued to undress. I would like to think that she was enthralled and captivated in a trance like state, unable to stop documenting such fine form. Though she has since deleted me off Facebook, I don't know why. I kid I kid. But no really, she can't even look at me:
|Plastic Island knit dress|
Wedge boots from eBay
Photos courtesy of one distressed photographer, Lola Li.
PS. If you want a closer look at the paisley jeans print, you can try here and here.