Birds, Birds, Birds

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This year, I tried my hand at producing a mainstage play, the Seoul Players production of The Birds by Aristophanes. Serious props to all the producers out there; what a stressful, multi-faceted job it is. In the end, I’m proud of this show we put together and I’m absolutely in love with these shots I captured during our final dress two weekends ago. Putting on a play is a chaotic, expensive, unpredictable, and gratifying experience. Here’s to the deranged and brilliant people who do this over and over again for the pure love of the craft. Much love to you all.

Buttercups

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I’m dreaming of you again. In my dreams, I’m looking for the lamp, the one mother brought home when you were little. That day, we rubbed and rubbed it, and you plucked a golden buttercup from a field, placed it inside, and made a wish. You giggled as the blossom’s “blood” smeared onto your fingers. You dropped the lamp in this forest, the forest I wander nightly in my polka dot skirt, the skirt you said made me look like a princess. ”Princesses don’t wear polka dots,” I said, a week and two days before we buried you beneath a wreath of buttercups, my fingers smeared golden with blood.

Photos and narrative part of a collaborative project with Matt Bokan.
Model: Katie Bokan