In Ulysse, a man and young boy, both naked, are captured on a rocky beach. The man has his back to the camera, the boy is half turned looking toward a dead goat in the extreme right foreground of the image. The photo suggests a layering of time: the man exists in the immediate present, the goat might have washed ashore out of the mythological past, the boy is caught uneasily between them. In the more strikingly homoerotic Nus dans les ruines, two naked men are posed on the site of a house that seems to have been abandoned mid-construction. One man is facing away from the camera, his relaxed stance belying the mesmerizing perfection of his back, buttocks, and legs. The other is seated in profile within an empty window frame. What could have been merely an exercise in composition—frames within frames—becomes an invitation to narrative. Are the men construction workers? Did Varda find them on the job? Why are they naked? Do they even know each other? What could be the story behind this photograph?
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I’m Elizabeth but everyone calls me EJ:). Born and raised in North Carolina, just ended my first year of college…I love music, Amy Lowell, Edgar Allan Poe, and poetry in general. I’m super awkward but you should talk to me anyway:).
“YOU WEREN’T EVEN AROUND FOR THAT. FINN TOLD YOU THAT STORY.”
Rey yelled through the comms. She wasn’t going have her taint the memories of
Han, few as they were. She could remember Finn telling that story, laughing so
hard he’d almost fallen off of the bench in the cafeteria. He, Poe, Amy, and
Rey had all been sitting in there for hours, trading stories long after
everyone else had gone to bed. “And I wouldn’t have to tell you what to do if
you’d get your kriffing head out of the
clouds and pay attention.”
She made a face at her words. Hoth had been different. She hadn’t been as great
of a pilot as she was in that moment. She hadn’t had the experience. “We didn’t
die then, and we won’t die now,” she growled, urging the ship on faster. It
flew forward. Suddenly the asteroid field was looming much closer in the
She dodged a smaller asteroid, whipping the ship around it fast enough that a
TIE fighter slammed right into it, the explosion hitting instantly. She grinned
to herself. Even though they were both in danger and she’d stupidly allowed a Sith on board, she was still getting
caught up in the excitement.