thematically fickle

Back in October, I took photos of a very young and very vibrant breast cancer survivor for a CityBeat feature article. Her name is Amanda and boy has she Been Through It. But she’s as positive a person as I’ve ever met and is as captivating in the flesh as you might infer from her picture.

This past Sunday, Amanda organized a bunch of friends to participate in a massive casting session for the Keep A Breast foundation and both AnnaMaria Stephens—the journalist who wrote the above mentioned article—and I, were on the list of invitees. You may see my photos of another casting session from the same assignment over here. Please, go have a peek…I’m really proud of some of these images.

Anyhow, it was my turn last weekend to be on the other end of the camera (Amanda picked up My Lover and started shooting me). And because of this, you’re getting to see more of me than you’d probably care to.

That’s AnnaMaria getting casted in the background. This was her second time. The women doing the hard work are Shaney Jo and Mona, the founders of Keep A Breast.

And that’s me, trying not to laugh, talk—major challenge—or breathe, for fear of puckering the drying mold.

Each cast will be painted by an artist and then auctioned off in September. I’m not sure my cast will garner much money but I’m confident that it will be more than if the item being auctioned were a cast of my ass. Which, if it were a fund-raiser for ass cancer? I would have to decline participation.

That’s my likeness, over there on the bottom left. Not bad for someone mere inches away from forty, if I do say so myself.

Of course, it was super fun because, let’s be honest: Things tend to get a little silly when girls whip their boobies out…especially girls like Ms. Stephens and myself.

It was an honor to be involved in this event, to be in the company of yet more amazing women, and I hope that my friends at Keep A Breast raise a shit ton of money from the casts they made that day.