My ring light has seen things. My ring light will never tell.
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Confessions
Anonymous, unfiltered, unrepentant. The thoughts you’d never sign your name to — spicy, sweet, unhinged, regret, or pure dare. 11 sins on the wall. 18+, no judgment.
Get it off your chest
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// 11 CONFESSIONS — READ AT YOUR OWN RISKI told the casting director my "vintage film grain" was an aesthetic choice. It was a smudge on the lens. I got the gig.
I keep a folder called "too weird to post" and it is my favorite folder.
Told everyone the bruise was practical FX. It was a doorframe. Stayed in character.
I have never once gotten the lighting right on the first try and I have been doing this for nine years.
The "moody warehouse" was my cousin’s garage. The fog machine was a kettle.
I cried in a gas station bathroom after my first real shoot because I finally looked like me. Worth it.
I said the shoot was "experimental" so nobody would notice I had no plan. Best work I’ve ever made.
Showed up to a TFP shoot in full glam. It was a hand-modeling gig. We made it work.
I have 4,000 photos of the same brick wall in different light and I regret none of it.
Every "candid laughing" shot of me is me being told a genuinely terrible joke. Keep them coming.