Her Name is Laughter When I die I want your eyes for lamps I want your hair for my night and you white laughter for my days. When I die I want the stars to burn through my skin. I want a boat made from your body that sails inside
Several months ago I had a photoshoot with Spencer Watson and a wonderful team of models and artist. The concept for the shoot was Fantasy vs Reality. I decided to walk along the erotic side of both worlds. This is a short story line that I thought you might enjoy.