Все фотографии в серии сняты на телефон, без постобработки и манипуляций на компьютере
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My stare cuts her to pieces, revealing the good and the bad; the beautiful and the ugly. I want to amputate the imperfections and sew her back together again. I want her to be perfect. I cannot do it. "You look ragged," I tell her. I read her again, from top to bottom and back to the top. I reinvent her. I reconstruct her.
"Who are you really?" I ask her. What does she really mean?