I photographed Ruby at the B.R. Cohn Winery in Sonoma Valley in 2007. She worked there at the time selling wine. She told me that wine "melts your bodies soul wax, and makes one embarrassingly poetic." Actually she read that in Vanity Fair, but when she says it we melt. Ruby is another northern California free spirit. She loves boys and girls and wine and pot and laughitn and being naked outside. What I love best about this shoot was the ability to run around naked in a Vineyard. I hadn't done that before. And the super-8 film seems to fit perfectly. I didn't hurt that Ruby has an almost perfect body. Everything about her was sexy from here head to her French Manicured toes. I wonder if she really filmed her husband and herself having sex afterwards. I hope so. Ruby has a wonderful spread in my Naked Coast to Coast book. Take a look. ~ Andrew
Written and performed by Kyra Rice, PPP is Dance 2/27/2013
I’d like to take a moment to talk about intimacy of place.
Intimacy—not as we think of an intimate act like sex with strangers, which can be fun—but intimacy as defined as a close association with, a detailed knowledge, or deep understanding of something that can only be achieved over time….
intimacy of place
The place can mean your body, or another’s body, or several bodies. The place can be your room, your studio, home. The place can extend to the street outside your apt, the people and critters, smells and happenings that inhabit it. The place can be your garden. One’s place can range as wide as the river lined landscapes, off-the-grid in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. Or one’s place can be as internal and confined as what we do with our minds alone in a prison cell. Intimacy of place.
With an intimacy of place there exists necessary and unnecessary violence.
I think about how we are each the queens and kings of that domain, our place
and yet how easy it is to shirk responsibility for everyday little actions, every day little choices within that place.
How easy it is to get to a point of self destruction in the lack of method in the madness that our place has become …to a point where we long for agency in this place that really is our own…
Necessary and unnecessary violence… PUBLIC FORUM (can be a trapping)