This one is by Oliver

Dog Skull Representing Venus Representing Eternal Love Representing Two Nudes in a Menage a Trois with a Shadow

But in the end it was so easy to fall in love. Making love to your cold sun bleached skull made the strange days fade into the obliterated past, but, inevitably, into the churning blades of the future you and I must disembark. For the black window, that on the other side is a sweet breeze that throughout the histories good Christians call heaven, I step up to the sill peering downwards – arms not akimbo – in order to make the perfect pencil dive in your infinite love. Into the future you and I – just a random occurrence of two existences, like ingredients in the black current pie that the good Christians call kismet…fate….the great unveiling of immaculate love….warm as a brand new basket of cinnamon bread and beautiful as the golden rim of a blue pool on a Summer’s day in the hills of Los Angeles…..oh love….love…love to us……into the blades we enter….

Text and Photo by Oliver Maxwell Kupper

Checked out the Noir Film Festival at the Castro Theater. Sat on the balcony. Saw “A Double Life” – what a sweeping sensation – a stage actor loses his mind after he can’t detach the rolls he plays and his own identity. Self hatred, dark shadows, romance, and jealousy kept me on the edge of my seat. I bought a pop corn and a coke and sat next to a lady who smelled like Irish Spring.

Photograhy and Text by Oliver Maxwell Kupper – on assignment for Free Gold Watch

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Photography by Oliver Maxwell Kupper

Wind chill in the teens.  Godforsaken.  Manhattan was stolen from the Lenape tribe and became a Dutch fur trade outpost in the 1600s and in the 20th century became the cultural center of the world with skyscrapers reaching into space as if to scream, “help us.”  In the late 20th century and early 21st century it became a breeding ground for the organized crime ring some call Wall Street; what with roving gangs of vicious bankers frothing at the mouth green foam, red from the blood of the poor, and inexorable greed that knew no bounds.  Leaving all of us to masticate on the rotting corpse of the American dream.  Chew slowly and proudly;  soon there won’t be enough to go around and we’ll all disappear as the echoes of the laughter of hyenas dissipate in the eternal darkness and the price tags on our souls float back down to the scorched earth with the barely noticeable flicker of dust kicked into the air.  Photography by Oliver Maxwell Kupper – on Assignment for Free Gold Watch

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