October, 2009.
Nikon D3, 50 mm 1.8.
Selfportraits.
I used to love a guy.
A guy who writes songs. A guy who screams songs.
A guy who wrote songs about me. A guy who screamed songs about me.
And you’re about to scream them again, soon. You’re about to scream those words, among many others.
« Then I wanted to kill.
I wanted to kill you.
I wanted to kill them.
I wanted to kill the earth,
And after to kill me.
I got the picture of you naked.
I got the picture of you sucking cocks.
I got the picture of you with all theses bastards…
I got the picture of you asking my friends to fuck.
I got the picture of you lying to me.
(…)
So now thank you
Thank you so much bastards
All the cum you sent on her face
Was the fuel I need to reach Anchorage »
MM, 2008.
I’m not a writer, I’m not a singer. I don’t play in a band, I can’t scream under the bright lights, surrounded by people who worship me.
I’m a girl who makes pictures in her room. So I’ve made pictures about you, about what you’ve done. In 2010, « what you’ve done » had no name. In 2020, we call it SLUTSHAMING.
This is my answer. Take care.