“My body needs it?the hot baths, the care, the soft water, the perfume, the warmth. I take on the colors of the flowers, the bloom, the delicacy. It becomes me.”
? Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diaries of Anais Nin 1939-47
Portrait of Anais Nin, c.1942. Soichi Sunami. Gelatin silver.
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.” – Anais Nin.
In 2016 I began a series of black and white portraits called “My America”. This was around the same time that Trump’s vision of a whiter America began to take shape. A view completely counter to the America I know.
I thought now was a good time to start reposting a photo a day from this series. Some of these people are friends, some are acquaintances and others are complete strangers, but combined, they are the true face of this nation.
