Naked in the Woods / by Rebecca Tillett

My cousin Cassie and I always manage to create some great photos when we get together, even if we begin without a single idea. More importantly though, we always have fun.Here's the latest from our shoot back in June.

In the mirror I see you looking back at me. Pulled toward your gaze, my feet leave the earth until they crumble into the dry and hungry earth below. You will never know love like this.

You are in everything

You are in everything

You are in everything

You are in everything

You are in everything

When you said I was beautiful, what were you really trying to say? That you could only wish? Don’t hide under the soft flesh of your palms, baby. Look again. Look again at my face, into my eyes. You’ll see beauty, you’ll see pain, you’ll see love, you’ll see nature and light and the brevity of human life, and you’ll see yourself. We are all part of a singular force, and we’ll all return to the earth when we’re done here. You are in me. You are in everything.

Censorship

Censorship

Censorship

“What is freedom of expression? Without the freedom to offend, it ceases to exist.” —Salman Rushdie

What if this is Heaven?

What if this is Heaven?

What if this is Heaven?

What if this is Heaven? What if this our reward for being good in a life of bleakness and despair, darkness, and savagery? What if we, holy, starved while all the others ate each other before turning themselves inside out and rotting to waste in the pulsing sun? What if earth is paradise?

What if this is purgatory? What if we are the souls of sinners just seeking redemption? Most of us never brave enough to hold on to it? What if someone heard the word "earth" once and they thought they were home? What if the in-between places become home?

What if this is all there is? Have you ever really considered that? What if this is all you'll ever be?

What the fuck then?

Look again

Look again

Look again

“You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.” —Warsan Shire

Cloth Nipples

Cloth Nipples

Cloth Nipples

"Don't worry. They're made of cloth. The social media officials censoring women's bodies can rest easy."

Cover up

Cover up

Me in You