Photo Title: Rockaway © Debora MittelstaedtVisit her website to see additional photos.
The photographer lives in Brooklyn, New York,
but was raised in Germany.
Her current body of work was inspired by "coming of age" films.
Photo used with permission from Debora Mittelstaedt.
Her current body of work was inspired by "coming of age" films.
Photo used with permission from Debora Mittelstaedt.
12 comments:
Interesting subject and something many of us have done at one point in out lives, yet it was always considered something to be shunned not so much because of the free love intimacy but because it was in an automobile and not some wonderful brass bed or springtime green field. My mind thinks of Edward Keinholz's, Back Seat Dodge '38 as an example.
THIS DON'T SEEM RIGHT
Sex and making love,
Are two different things, I know,
But it's so, so hard to tell him
Just how far that we should go.
We've been together for a year,
It seems like oh, so long
My love is true, I know it is,
So why does this feel wrong?
The fact is I can't tell him no,
I don't want him to be hurt.
But it tears me up inside,
I'm nothing more than dirt.
It looks as though she has changed her mind. The young boy and he does seem young could be the reason. She might be thinking, "I'm so sorry, but I can't, it's wrong."
As for me, lets see....yep, I enjoyed a one time thing in the backseat of a car, but I won't say who. It was an Oldsmobile. Hmmm. I really don't even remember that well, but it sure did happen.
Have a great weekend.
Stephen: I was curious about the assemblage piece you were referring to, so I had to Google it, of course. And HERE it is.
James: I hope you're enjoying Texas!
Gloria: I wasn't expecting that:) Thank you for the good laugh.
I think this photo is so sexy. I love it.
Love Renee xoxo
'Second Thoughts'.
'Why him, and not his mate?'
'And then the day came when Laura finally noticed that his lover's hair smelled of another woman's sex.' (I was helped a little bit by Milan Kundera's 'The Unbearable Lightness of Being' for the last one)
Greetings from London.
very sexy and bittersweet at the same time - her face says it all
brings back many good and some bad memories
(poem by Therese L. Broderick of Albany, NY, USA)
AT SIXTEEN
He could have said No
after I said No,
me for the first time
flaunting power.
But he said only,
Do you want to go?
and I said Yes,
not knowing where, though.
Yes, No. No, Yes.
When in answer to
the body's questions,
hard words to undress.
Now I know that, yes,
he loved me. Because
he knew, even then,
not to ask (like the men did),
Don't you want to?
I told him we should do it - but only with protection
I was glad when Stephen told me that was also what he felt
But when I asked if we could stop to put on his protection
He sat up and and buckled on his safety belt
wonderful image, and her website is full of beautiful images.
I love that last, longing, hungry, resigned tug at her sweater. Such a deeply evocative photo.
I wonder what I have done wrong,
did I come on too strong?
Why does he not fancy me?
I have tried to be sassy, cute and sexy.
He say's he wants to wait,
I hope I will be his mate,
I love him you see
and am sure he loves me,
he say's he can do it without the lust,
his love is mine, in that I have to trust.
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