Day After The Ball, Closed, Wiley I pick up the file with pictures slowly. The police woman watches me, so does my mother. I press my lips and look up at them. I open up the file and glance down, I then close it quickly. Thats her I breath heavily
This body of work evokes the genre of fashion photography to investigate ideas and issues surrounding the notion of the gaze and particularly the female gaze. Employing a cinematic aesthetic, and an elaborated narrative, these images present an idealised instant: the pinnacle of the action, the clearest facial expression or the perfect composition.
The car alarm was blaring behind me; the baseball bat swinging swiftly along with me. I glared at him, "Sorry." The sarcasm dropped cruelly from my lips and his jaw tightens, "You'll pay for this!" he yelled, a vicious growl escaping from his throat.