Wave Your Flags: presentation

At last, the time has come: the moment Phildel released a sequel to her amazing 2013 debut album, The Disappearance Of The Girl, I knew my dear friend Luisa and I would reunite to make our own sequel to our 2014 photographic project of the same name. It was just a matter of time. Honestly, we would have done a project on The Glass Ghost too, if it weren’t extremely impractical to organise, what with it being a winter-themed EP and both of us living in places that lack substantial or reliable snowfalls – and even then, we haven’t ruled it out altogether yet. But Wave Your Flags doesn’t need snow, so last year we started talking about it much more concretely. Finally, we decided that, once the covid crisis was over or at least manageable, we’d meet up and shoot the project.

Now, Wave Your Flags the album came out in 2019 and we had to wait until now to make something with it because, you guess it, covid.

Truth be told, though, not only  did the pandemic postpone the shoot, it also did directly shape the series considerably. Luisa got vaccinated much sooner than I did and, when we were talking early logistics, there was no way of knowing when I’d get my own shot yet. Since visiting me in Trieste or Alghero wasn’t that big of a difference to her, I decided to invite her to Sardinia – which would also allow us to take advantage of the much prettier sea here for the three sea-related songs in the album. If I had been in Trieste or had the possibility to go back there sooner, a considerable part of the series would have looker much, much different and I would have had to conceptualise around the lack of pretty-looking beaches there.

Speaking of covid, I also want to emphasise that we only started discussing logistics concretely once Luisa was fully vaccinated and there were tentative talks of my age group getting the shot in my own region: I wouldn’t have put her at risk of being in public without a mask, or sharing a home with an unvaccinated me – let alone travelling at all! – if that hadn’t been the case. The whole series was realised after both Luisa and my mother, who often assisted us, were fully vaccinated, and I got the first dose and had at least partial protection. Also, over two weeks had passed for all of us, meaning we’d given time to our immune systems to produce enough antibodies. As frustrating as this pandemic is for many artists, especially performers, personally I will never, ever put anyone’s health at risk just to get a good photo.

As for the project itself, I have to admit it was a very rewarding but also challenging experience on all fronts. First off, I had to really push against general anxiety and depression to get the creative juices flowing when conceptualising the images; it took me longer than usual to do so, but fortunately Luisa provided considerable input for songs I was less sure about and that part worked out eventually. I was also afraid I’d be rusty after over a year of almost only taking self-portraits, but that turned out not to be the case: there was no shaky hands, no flimys focus, no particular trouble with cropping and framing… muscle memory didn’t fail me at all!

Finally, the nature of the project – eleven pictures that share a common origin, but must otherwise work as individual pieces, each with its own character and mood – made it so it wasn’t, like, I could just do one big shoot and pick eleven photos out of it, but rather eleven individual shoots (plus a few non-related ones) that should yield one photo each! And each needed its own preparation, styling, often different locations and light conditions, all squeezed in a four-day time frame.

It was tyring but now, with all photos taken and post-produced, I can wholeheartedly say it was completely worth it: Wave Your Flags is one of the projects I’m proudest of in my entire catalogue!

One final thing I feel like saying is that it helped a lot to work with a model that could bring along a huge and diverse wardrobe: we had plenty of outfits to choose from, so each photo could be styled differently according to its own mood and concept. We ended up reusing one outfit twice because it worked well with two concepts (while other outfits remained unused), but it was simply the best choice for both works.

And that’s pretty much it as for the project in general. I’ll discuss each photo more in detail with individual posts, like I did with The Disappearance Of The Girl. I sincerely hope you all enjoy the photos, as much effort was put into them by all those involved. And don’t forget to go check Phildel’s music out: she’s an endless source of inspiration!

Mercury

Mercury, the planet of communication, intellect, curiosity, understanding and expression.

The third Personal Planet, it represents all the ways people express themselves, communicate with one another, approach knowledge and process information. It also represents nervous breakdowns, indecisiveness and over-analysis to keep under check.

Ruler of Gemini and Virgo, it has its exaltation in Virgo, fall in Leo and Pisces, detriment in Sagittarius.

Its glyph represents Hermes’ caduceus and winged petasos, and its meaning is Spirit connecting Matter and Soul.

Okay, as you might know, I’m a Gemini: it’s no wonder, then, that I have a natural affinity with anything about Mercury or Hermes. Favourite planet in astronomy? Mercury! Favourite Greek god? Hermes? Favourite Sailor Senshi? Sailor Mercury (and the Outers, but that’s another matter)! Sexiest character in Blood of Zeus? Hermes! Favourite one in Lore Olympus? That’s a close call but again, Hermes! Also, remember that time I went around Trieste hunting down every last statue of Hermes? You get the picture.

So of course, if I was really planning an entire series about the Planets in astrology, I was going to be Mercury. Technically it isn’t even the first time I’ve done that, since I assigned the embodiment / rulership of astrological Mercury to Astaroth in my Infernal Lords series: this is just one step further.

Said plans were actually not a spur-of-the-moment decision in the wake of how glorious Venus turned out last year: checking the metadata for the wings I shot to complete this photo, I took those in September 2018, which means by then the general concept for the project had already formed in my head, and I had a few specifics sorted out too.

One of these specifics was that the Sun and the two inferior planets (those orbiting closer to the Sun than Earth, i.e. Mercury and Venus) would be back-lit, in the former’s case to make it look radiant, and in the latter’s because that would be the “correct” light from our perspective, as they’re never too far from the Sun.

In practice, this translated into a painstakingly long process that involved going to the park, baiting birds with breadcrumbs, then scaring them away so I could take photos while they spread their wings, which had to be back-lit too to correctly fit the final image. And fun fact, while the wings sat there in my external hard drive for two years and a half, at some point I thought I’d have to reshoot them now I had upgraded my telephoto lens, until I tried using them as a place holder and found out they actually looked good in the context of the photo.

What I did have to reshoot was the portrait: I gave it a first try back in October last year, but the photos from that session were unconvincing and, after a few weeks of fiddling with them, I decided to scrap them and start over. For one thing the modelling was too stiff to represent dynamic, quick-moving and quick-thinking Mercury. Also, the abuse of a reflecting panel made for some not-so-good lighting with too much of a yellowish tone for the blue hues I had in mind (yes, I’m going to be shamelessly stealing the Sailor Senshi’s colour schemes for this project). I had also half-assed the styling and grooming (most notably, short sleeves don’t work well with the pose and a linen scarf is too heavy to float in the breeze), plus I was facing the camera and that didn’t jam well with the wings: there’s a reason why every Hermes/Mercury statue, bust or what not has them parallel to the skull, and that’s not to make them look like donkey ears. Trust me, spread head wings don’t look pretty.

 

Having learned from my mistakes, I purchased a couple of new white shirts for the project, waited out winter and the string of partial lock-downs in the past months, got a new haircut to have hairdresser-fresh grooming, and finally set off to rectify the situation. As usual, a huge chunk of the praise has to go to my assistant, my mother DamaInNero, for helping me out with the self-portrait (i.e.: I did the set up, but it was her who clicked and captured the precise moment when I was at my most flowy).

Speaking of which, I’m pretty satisfied with the pose and the flow of the scarf: it sort of looks as if Mercury just paused for a moment to check social media before taking off and flying somewhere that caught his attention.

As with Venus, I went for some pretty straight-forward symbolism: extra emphasis on communication and curiosity symbolised by the smartphone, a device that literally puts humankind’s entire knowledge in your hands, and the wings to nod back to Hermes and to symbolise a “winged mind”, so to speak. They also double as an oblique reference to Mercury’s planetary symbol, the caduceus with the winged petasos (travelling hat).

There’s no astronomical easter egg this time because Mercury is a fickle little bitch who likes evading observation and photography. Also, as you can guess, I won’t pass on the chance to put halos on each single character this time around, so halo it is.

 

At this point, with two thematically similar works already done, there’s no point denying this has become my latest long-term project. The next work is really going to codify it for good: I’m not planning on doing the Sun anytime soon because I don’t have the right model, so the next Planet is going to decide whether the back light is just for the inferior planets or the aesthetic for the entire project. I might have someone in mind while I’m still here in Sardinia, especially now that my age group is getting vaccinated and I’ll be able to meet my friends again, so here’s hoping there will be new additions soon.

All I Have To Give

“Staring in the mirror,
Watching as the walls are closing in,
A shadow of a figure
Trying to make the best of the state that I am in.
I guess I could do with the friends I’ve been pushing away,
But I’m destined to suffer until I discover the reasons I’m afraid.

God knows I try:
It might not be good enough,
But it’s all I have to give,
This is all I have to give.
You might be right sometimes,
I never open up,
But it’s all I have to give,
This is all I have to give.

Staring in the mirror,
Picturing the face of a younger man.
He buries it away
‘Cause he’s gotta try and cope in a way he understands.
Be there for your brother and strong for your mother again
‘Cause he’s too young to get it and she’ll get upset if she knows you feel the pain.

God knows I try:
It might not be good enough,
But it’s all I have to give,
This is all I have to give.
You might be right sometimes,
I’m too scared to open up,
But it’s all I have to give,
This is all I have to give to you.

I tell myself there’s nothing left to lose.
I don’t know why I’m hiding from the truth.
I face myself and all I see is you,
Is you
Staring in the mirror,
Watching as the walls are closing in.

But God knows I try,:
It might not be good enough,
But it’s all I have to give,
This is all I have to give.
You might be right sometimes,
I’m too scared to open up,
But it’s all I have to give,
This is all I have to give to you,
To you,
This is all I have to give.”

[ All I Have To Give – Hurts ]

It’s kinda easy and tempting to dismiss All I Have To Give as just your garden-variety soppy piano ballad: I almost did initially. For the first few plays I gave Faith, I regarded it as the weak link of an otherwise consistently strong album. Thankfully, once I get familiar with the melody, I’ve got the habit to add the lyrics to my iTunes files, which require a specific listen during which I double check if everything is in order (yeah, I’ve got my idiosyncratic rituals when I listen to music). And lo and behold, is this apparently harmless ballad actually about the fact that Theo suffers from depression? Yeah, dude, same: welcome to the club. Suddenly, All I Have To Give had become one of the most relatable songs in Hurts’ entire catalogue, and its apparent simplicity had turned into a mark of sincerity and openness.

Once I got to work on a photographic concept, I decided to start with two reoccurring keywords in the lyrics: the mirror and the fear of opening up, the latter symbolised by the shut jewellery box and resting bitch face. I decided to basically make a still life with my trustworthy Mirror Of Decay (of Morphine fame), the box and a few other items, with a model (myself) appearing as a reflection.

As for the objects, aside from the candles, which are mostly for dressing, I included a vintage Industar 50mm lens (which belonged to my mother’s now defunct analogue camera) as the “all I have to give”: sometimes I do feel as if my artistic output is the only thing I am able to give, or the most effective way in which I can sort out and communicate my feelings. The calendar (which returned from Gloomy Sunday) and broken clock (from the unrelated We Just Stopped Breathing) are there to represent the weird relationship between depression and time: sometimes it feels like days are just running by with no way to slow them down or at least savour them, sometimes like time has frozen and the clock won’t move.

 

It took me a while to get down to shooting the photo because the weather has been too gloomy for an indoor photo, given that all my light equipment is still in Trieste, but at last I took advantage of yesterday’s sun and shot it.

From a technical standpoint, the photo actually consists of two merged exposures, one focussed on the still life scene and one on the reflection, which is optically much farther away and thus can’t be focussed on at the same time unless you shut the diaphragm to a prohibitive degree, given the light conditions. I also made no effort to hide the chip in the mirror or the surface being unglued from the frame, to further emphasise a sense of weariness. You can also have a glimpse of my CD library because I wanted to ground the photo in reality rather than depict it in some abstract space.

So there it is, a rather simple photo with some below-the-surface symbolism, much like the song has hidden depths beneath its sweet ballad appearance.

Sandman

“I spend these waking hours looking for the sandman.
I spend these waking hours looking for his master plan.
I’ll wait till morning, till he comes to my house,
And he’ll give no warning when he’s knocking me out, oh.

So sing me to sleep tonight, yeah,
And don’t bring me back to life.

I spend these waking hours looking for the sandman.
I spend these waking hours looking for his master plan.
He will be sorry when he comes to my house:
I’ll show no mercy till the lights go out, oh.

So sing me to sleep tonight, yeah,
And don’t bring me back to life.

We’re waiting for the sandman, but he never heeds the call.
We’re waiting for the sandman, but he never heeds the call.
We’re waiting for the sandman, but he never heeds the call.
We’re waiting for the sandman, but he never heeds the call.

So sing me to sleep tonight, yeah,
And don’t bring me back to life, yeah.

We’re waiting for the sandman, but he never heeds the call.
We’re waiting for the sandman, but he never heeds the call.
We’re waiting for the sandman, but he never heeds the call.
We’re waiting for the sandman, but he never heeds the call.”

[ Sandman – Hurts ]

Sandman is one of those Hurts song which I really, really like but never quite knew what to do with. On the one hand it’s weird, since I perceive the song as being about insomnia, which I can relate to. On the other, it may be because I’m Italian and the Sandman is a foreign mythological figure to me: so while I do understand the metaphor on an intellectual level as an adult, it doesn’t quite speak to me on that personal, visceral level as something from my childhood would.

With this in mind, I kind of always left this song shelved while focussing on other photos for the project, giving it a thought or two every now and again but without much luck. Concepts I considered included: two models – one being the Sandman and the other the speaker – interacting in an ambiguously flirty way, but then I thought it would be too much of a rehash of Cupid; a male model rolling in the sand by the beach or letting it flow through his fingers, but that sounded generic and not really relevant to the song; a male model in the sand with an horglass, basically a remake of a very old photo of mine, which sounded at least a bit mystical in theory but never totally convinced me. The idea of the hourglass, however, stuck to the back of my mind and came back in full force once I made up my mind at last.

 

The right visual cue I finally found on Tumblr in Riding Solo, an editorial by Garrett Naccarato which made an amazing use of grazing light to give just an impression of Thierry Marin’s jawline while leaving most of his features in deep shadows. I found that visually striking and thought it would work very well for my photo: having a human figure shrouded in mystery would leave the focus on the sandglass, whose shape would be very distinctive even with grazing light.

One thing I hadn’t accounted for, which I noticed while doing some light tests, was the sandglass being, well, a glass filled with shifting sand, duh. That meant the glass was full of microscopic scratches that would refract the light and illuminate the whole thing, which was even better for my concept. After the test shoots, all I had to do was trim my beard, wash and style my hair, paint my nails, and today I took the photo with some assistance from my mother.

So, while the concept is still quite loose, I decided to make up for it with strong visuals. This is pretty much the opposite of the approach I always had, especially at the beginning when strong visuals were out of my reach and I had to make up with solid concepts, but I considered an important learning experience: even thinking outside of my box, I managed to get a photo I love and am proud of.

Numb

“I breathe,
I breathe again.
My mind
Is set to ‘stun’ again
And ‘make you dull’ again.

Not all of my scars are visible,
Not all of my thoughts are pitiful.
My exaltation’s chemical, uh.
I know that I’m stuck inside a rut
But now that I’ve taken twice as much,
Oh, oh yeah,

I just feel nothing at all
And I’m not stopping till I detach from you.
I just feel nothing at all
And I’m not stopping till I detach from you, uh.
I’m numb.

I breathe,
I breathe again.
I need to find some release
Until the fever ends
And I slip away again.

Not all of my scars are visible,
Not all of my pain is physical.
This apathy is beautiful, uh.

I just feel nothing at all
And I’m not stopping till I detach from you.
I just feel nothing at all
And I’m not stopping till I detach from you.
I’m so numb.”

[ Numb – Hurts ]

Pretty much a counterpart to Somebody, Numb is another of my “revenge photoshoots” inspired by that same situation. Indeed, I applied the same rationale of going to the location where I had the last photoshoot with that specific person and build the image around that.

This time, you probably won’t recognise the place because that photoshoot I’m referencing was that person’s passion project and I let them publish it without bothering doing it myself; but if you have figured out whom I’m referring to, you can check their Instagram and recognise the very distinctive rocks in the background.

On a little tangent, that specific photoshoot does make me angry in retrospect because the person had just arrived in town after two flights, but they weren’t too tired to go shooting their passion project straightaway, while one of the excuses to dodge the rescheduling of Stay was they had a pleasure boat cruise in the morning and that would make them too tired to shoot in the afternoon. Like, seriously? A-are you for real?

Moving on, Numb is almost industrial in sound, with an obsessive beat and prominent rough-sounding synths. One reason why I decided to reference that shoot was the terrain would provide a nice visual link to the music, with the multiple segments recalling the beat and the bare rocks the texture of the instruments. Also, the song feels very dynamic, which the natural diagonal lines would easily convey.

The only problem with that location is that I envisioned a diffused light, so I had to wait for the perfect day to shoot, namely cloudy but without too much wind. The reason you can guess looking at Storm’s End: when the weather is too bad, the waves completely leap over the rocks, so I would have caught a cold and destroyed my camera in the process. Speaking of Storm’s End, yeah, the photoshoot with my former friend and the ensuing disappointment are what I was obliquely referring to with the title and in the description, but getting closure is still a work in progress on my part.

As for the modelling, I kind of immediately figured I’d be holding a knife in it and be ambiguous about its purpose: might be an embodiment of the pain the protagonist went through, an item to cut the person off, a toy to play with because the numbness won’t make him feel any pain, or maybe I’m just about to jump off the photo and cut some bitch. I also considered but eventually decided against including blood because, that way, whatever wound would be invisible and metaphorical as in the lyrics.

The pose was very uncomfortable because there was basically no room for my legs and I had to keep them at a weird angle, which made me look unsettled but, against all odds, contributed to the dynamism of the image, as did the impromptu coiffure a gust of wind gave me. I’m particularly proud of that because, while most of the photo was carefully planned down to what kind of monochrome I would turn it to and what light would make it look its best, I managed to make those little unplanned details work in favour of the shoot.

And in many ways, that’s the very basis of this photo: I took a situation that kept bogging the Inspiration Hurts project down until it reached a boiling point and escalated outside of photography, and used it to fuel the project itself. I don’t know if I would have come up as easily with concepts for Somebody and Numb if I hadn’t had all this shade to serve.

That is not to say I’m thankful to that person, though. Even outside of my petty squabble, there’s one thing I want to say: never be thankful to the people who hurt you. You haven’t grown up thanks to that pain, you did despite it. They have no business flattering themselves by taking any credits for it.

Fractured

“I’m a typical
Hypocritical,
Egotistical-minded
Individual.
I’m a silent fuse,
I’m a tightening screw
And I might be everything
That is wrong for you.

Because I’m fractured:
Get your hands off me!
Because I’m fractured:
Get your hands off me!
Because I’m fractured:
Get your hands off me!
Get your hands off me!

I’m a cynical,
Analytical,
Apocalyptical-minded
Individual.
I’m a twisted wheel,
An Achilles’ heel
And I can’t communicate
Anything I feel.

Why?

Because I’m fractured:
Get your hands off me!
Because I’m fractured:
Get your hands off me!
Because I’m fractured:
Get your hands off me!
Get your hands off me!

Fractured,
Because I’m fra—”

[ Fractured – Hurts ]

Actually, this is the first photo from the Faith batch of the Inspiration Hurts project that I conceptualised. It’s a very distinctive song, with its experimental feel, immediate visual motives, super-relatable lyrics and… well, full-blown weirdness, in a good sense. It’s almost rapped, except half of it is whispered and the other is downright spit with contempt. God, I missed Hurts at their best.

So yeah, this is a photo that was practically taking itself from the get go: a dirty, cracked glass, and each piece shows a different reflection or scene, all in a different state of neurotic meltdown. Something unpretty and experimental to go along with the music of the song, while providing an immediate link with the imagery in the lyrics.

Shooting the photos was pretty quick and easy: I did it in the same session as Voices, being careful to have the same light and, especially, focal distance so that I would be the same size on each piece of the “puzzle”. Beside being the quickest and easiest solution, I wanted to model myself because I can absolutely relate with this song.

The biggest load of work was definitely postproduction: I started by working on the cracks, which I drew myself (I’m trying to avoid unnecessary outings due to the pandemics, so there was no way I would hunt the city for a broken window or something), then I preemptively shaped all the masks on solid colour layers so it would be easier to insert the individual photos, added each self-portrait, beauty-retouched each of them on the spot, made sure the composition made sense, turned it monochromatic and added the dirty glass texture for a more photorealistic effect. It took me about one whole evening, but it’s one of those graphic projects that relax me while keeping me challenged at the same time, so I actually had a lot of fun.

I’ve got another couple of photos that I can do quickly and easily now before Faith hits the “I need a couple modelling for me” standstill that has swamped the previous three albums. I think I’ll try to take them in the coming weeks while still high on inspiration from the recent album release, then we’ll see where these crazy times take us.

Stay safe, everybody.

Voices

“Say my name
And save me once again,
Just say my name.
Too far gone,
Is this where I belong?
Am I too far gone?

I can hear them in my head and I,
I can hear them and I wanna get ‘em out.
I can hear them in my head
Getting louder now.

So endlessly
These voices keep on calling me to rise,
These voices keep on praying for me,
These voices keep on praying for me:
I can’t stop them now.

Each step I take
I make the same mistake,
But they scream my name.
And I know it’s wrong
To keep marching on and on,
But I’m too far gone.

I can hear them in my head and I,
I can hear them and I wanna get ‘em out.
I can hear them in my head
Getting louder now.

So endlessly
These voices keep on calling me to rise,
These voices keep on praying for me,
These voices keep on praying for me:
I can’t stop them now.

I keep hearing them,
Hearing them come,
Hearing them voices.
I keep hearing them,
Hearing them come,
Hearing them voices.

I heard them say,
I heard them say,
I can’t stop them now.
I can hear them in my head and I,
I can’t stop them now,
I can hear them and I wanna get ‘em out.
I can hear them in my head
Getting louder now.

So endlessly
These voices keep on calling me to rise,
They keep on calling me, yeah.
These voices keep on praying for me,
These voices keep on praying for me:
I can’t stop them now,
I can’t stop them now.”

[ Voices – Hurts ]

To put it mildly, I wasn’t very impressed the first time I listened to Voices. Coming off the heels of the huge personal disappointment that was Desire, an album so bland and generic that any lesser band could have recorded, the funky rhythm and acoustic guitar of this song’s intro made me worry that the previous album wouldn’t be an unfortunate yet isolated misstep, but the new standard for an insipid musical production by a band that once left one of the biggest marks on my own artistry (though admittedly, I still thought Voices was better than anything on Desire). And honestly, I have no plans to adapt any songs on Desire into photos for the time being: I might after I’m done with everything else on Hurt’s catalogue, but I’m definitely in no hurry. So yeah, I was worried for the future of the project.

Thankfully, upon release Faith has proven a full return to form (even to pre-Surrender standards, at that) and I immediately started mining it for inspiration. Even Voices itself has grown on me with a few spins, and the lyrics have provided me with enough material to start working on a visual rendition.

Now, admittedly, “voices” might not be the easiest concept to represent visually, but since the lyrics specify they are prayers, I decided to use a multitude of hands encircling the main character in the photo, some joint in prayer, some bearing offerings such as candles, some just reaching out. Since the song is ambivalent on whether those voices are good or not, if their uplift is welcome or not, I decided the situation with the hands in my photo, too, would be ambiguous: are they helpful? Are they trying to save the main character? Are they pulling him apart? I leave it open for the viewer to decide.

On a production note, all the hands are obviously my own because, after a new surge in covid cases in my area, I’m back to stricter social distancing and would rather avoid shooting with other people. I tried as many different angles and poses as possible to give the photo the visual equivalent of a crowded, nosy space with many different pitches and words all spoken all at once.

As for general aesthetics, beside using dramatic lighting I went quasi-monochromatic because it’s the prevalent aesthetic for this Hurts era, and chunked up the grain and scratches as a homage to the grittiness of the lyric video for the song.

I’m already working on the next Inspiration Hurts photo, which I shot in the same session as Voices, and another one is coming as soon as possible. I’m really glad for this inspiration spree and I’ll try to milk it as much as I can.

Somebody

“I am not a victim, I’m not a fool,
I am not a pawn to be abused.
It was never real, it was never love
And I’ve had enough.
I don’t wanna listen, I don’t wanna try
‘Cause you that know that I’ll never miss you or the way you lie.
I don’t wanna listen, I don’t wanna stay,
But I finally got the strength in me to say,

I’m gonna find somebody
To treat me better than you.
Gonna find somebody
To treat me better than you,
Treat me better than…
I’m sick and tired of the things you’ve done, but
You won’t be laughing when I find someone,
Somebody
To treat me better than you,
Treat me better than…

You think you’re funny, I’m not amused.
You will never win, I’ll never lose.
‘Cause now I’m better
In spite of you, in spite of you.
Now you wanna listen, now you wanna try,
But you know that it’s too late to apologise.
So just think about me, what you wanna say
As you stand alone and watch me walk away.

I’m gonna find somebody
To treat me better than you.
Gonna find somebody
To treat me better than you,
Treat me better than…
I’m sick and tired of the things you’ve done, but
You won’t be laughing when I find someone,
Somebody
To treat me better than you.

Somebody that ain’t like, ain’t like you,
Somebody that ain’t like you.
Somebody that ain’t like, ain’t like you,
Somebody that ain’t like you.
Treat me better than…
Somebody that ain’t like, ain’t like you,
Somebody that ain’t like you.”

[ Somebody – Hurts ]

Well, long time no see.
After the huge disappointment that was Desire, Hurts have come back with the much better, much more inspiring Faith… a good 60% of which are post-break up songs along the lines of “It’s not me, it’s you. Bitch.”.
Considering that Stay, a photo from the Inspiration Hurts project, was the casus belli that derailed a certain friendship I’m still quite rancorous about, I’ve decided I’m not only gonna roll with it, I’m milking it for all its worth without even bothering with subtlety! It’s a sign, it’s made for me, for my project to go on in spite of that particular incident and all the others before (looking at you, Wonderful Life and some other seven photos from this projects that have been on hold because of that certain person)!

Somebody is the first new song I’m adapting into a photo for pragmatic reasons: it’s already October, the weather has been getting worse and worse, and with my having to be half in water it’s basically now or next year. Which honestly, thanks but no thanks: this project needs to be much more veni, vidi, vici from now on, anything I can do now I’m gonna do now.
There are other songs from Faith that have given me more concrete imagery to base photos off, so I decided to use the freedom Somebody allows me to go fully self-referential. Besides taking a clue from Theo’s jerking dance moves in the video, which would look kinda amazing in the water, I decided to go shoot at the very same location where I shot the last photo I published with the person I’m throwing shade at, dressed in similar colours, from a similar angle, with similar light conditions, and I even used the same colour filter in postproduction. It’s literally me replacing them in the photo, only this time it’s inspired by a song that literally says they’re gonna be replaced with someone better, and having a damn good time with it.
I’m not gonna name names, but if you scroll through my gallery and look at one of my latest portraits by the sea, you’ll recognise the shape of the rocks.

On a side note, the music video for Somebody features multiple shots of flamingos and a vulture eating from a skull, while the single artwork and video thumbnail for the song are close-ups of a flamingo. Since I was lucky enough to have a couple of cormorants hanging around, I decided to incorporate them into the photo as a nod to the original visuals.
Also, the beautiful t-shirt I’m wearing is an original design by my friends at Kingyo Sukui: check them out, they’ve got some amazing merch!

I mentioned I’ll try to speed up things with the Inspiration Hurts series and I’ve already planned many new photos from Faith. I’m probably influenced by the DIY aestehtics of the album cover and promo photos (many of which were takend by Adam and Theo themselves during lockdown), so a lot of ideas are studio self-portraits which I’ll be able to take quickly, most likely in a couple of weeks, after I get a haircut. Wouldn’t want to let that perfect haistyle go to waste, would we?