When I was a little girl
I wanted to be Elvis. I was going to be Elvis and have my life lived in satin black and white and later in flat altered colour but I was only a little girl so maybe I didn’t get it all the gospel the blues the beat the drugs the dream the mother the meaning the screaming the adoration the death. But I knew that I wanted to be Elvis, smooth as silk, sunny as summer, gorgeous as a dream half remembered on waking, a song half heard from the back of the bar. Of course, I was a little girl back then, so I didn’t know about the pills the powders the pain the pain killing, I only knew that I could swing and sway and Viva Las Vegas bouncing on the bed. I thought my hair would look great like that my hips great like that my voice great like that, bouncing on the bed and watching Viva Las Vegas.
It never quite panned out.
Just thinking of beautiful friends, who do beautiful things far away. And feeling inspired www.rougenoirphoto.com/