So I’ve noticed today after spending many a minute looking through Liselotte Eriksson’s photos, I haven’t lost my passion for photography. Its just hidden somewhere deep within me, buried under the visions of fluorescent lighting and sounds of banging stamps. I still want to make magic with my camera. Its just become so far fetched considering my lack of models. There are a few I could probably call to let me take photos. But it would either depress me to know its not real friendship, or to know my camera could never capture the beauty I see in front of me. Its as though Liselotte’s imagination runs rampant, and nothing can hold her back. She has to be, by far, my favorite artist, photographer, and role model as of yet. And ironically, Ive never even held a conversation with her. I just see how many people love her, and are willing to be her personal toys, all for the sake of her art. I would have to beg any of the people Id be interested in, and theyd still not appreciate the courtesy Id be trying to give them. I don’t know…I guess I just wish I could only use me as a model sometimes, that’s just almost impossible.