My favorite picture. 1979. No make-up.
I look vaguely Norwegian. And Pretty Vacant.
Writing. North Carolina, maybe?
20 going on 12. Baby face.
Hybrid Hippie-punk. 1980? Definitely in a Georgia cemetery. Almost cut my hair
London, Covent Garden, mid 1980's.
Punk days, 1985-87? 50-cent Woolworth's Hair Rinse
Punk watered down for Sunday dinner. Adorable sleepy daughter. Doesn't seem so rad nowadays, but Mom didn't care for even the watered down "raccoon" eyes...
Midwest sisters, 1989, a contrast. Platinum and dark hair(backside). I just realized I was trying to do some androgynous Andy Warhol/Edie Sedgewick look-- (without the money or style), --never entered my mind then.
Daughter wants "out!", auntie! Know how she feels.... That striped shirt is now in my son's quilt.
1993: Post Punk.
The following were a vigilante art project at the then defunct Vinoy hotel. Braved "No Trespassing" and arrest signs to take these pictures:
Me now:
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