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Clayton Cubitt  nyc | nola | nsfw I created Hysterical Literature. we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars

"Brazil, where hearts were entertaining June,
We stood beneath an amber moon
And softly murmured "someday soon."
We kissed and clung together,
Then, tomorrow was another day
The morning found me miles away
With still a million things to say;
Now, when twilight dims the sky above
Recalling thrills of our love,
There's one thing I'm certain of
Return I will to old Brazil"

Measuring the weight of a performance, an ongoing personal project. My portrait of Alison Mosshart of The Kills immediately before she went on stage, and then immediately after she came off stage. I’m deeply honored that Alison trusted me to document this very fraught and intimate moment. This crux between the expectation and the reality, while thousands of fans roared in the venue, and it was just me and the band backstage. And then afterward, while she was still in a daze from the performance, to be the first person she sees, and to have me literally grab her and throw her against the wall for the after portrait. Thank you Alison!
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"You know when you go on a stage something is really heightened in you, you know, there’s a lot of people looking at you, it’s different. Everything is electrified. Everything is louder. But I mean that’s the thing with music. As soon as you play music, music is playing you. You’re channeling this thing, that’s going through you, that’s going through the crowd, that’s going through the speakers, and it makes you react, it makes you perform, it makes you dance."
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"By the time you've played it, it’s like you’ve played it a hundred times in your head before you even got there. You’ve already experienced it so many times it’s surreal when it’s over. It doesn’t really make any sense you want to really quickly do it again. So you remember it." –Alison Mosshart
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@amosshart @thekills

The moonrise from under the trees on my roof last night felt like Hawaii, or like the "Vietnam" set of Max Fischer's play at the end of Rushmore, especially when the tiny helicopter passed over the moon, I imagined it on the end of a string.

Measuring the weight of a performance, an ongoing personal project. My portrait of Jamie Hince of The Kills immediately before he went on stage, and then immediately after he came off stage. I’m deeply honored that Jamie trusted me to document this very fraught and intimate moment. This crux between the expectation and the reality, while thousands of fans roared in the venue, and it was just me and the band backstage. And then afterward, while he was still in a daze from the performance, to be the first person he sees, and to have me literally grab him and throw him against the wall for the after portrait. Thank you Jamie!
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"Why do you never learn? Why do you never learn that once you’re out there, and the light's on you, and people can see you, and you can see them, that it’s a relief? During that time walking on stage is when you change from your regular self to your stage self.
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There’s a nice feeling when a show’s over, because it sort of builds up in your bloodstream for a long time beforehand…and then when it’s over it’s like waking up from a dream and being a little bit disappointed that it wasn’t true." –Jamie Hince
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@spookytooof @thekills

You really are!

Soundcheck earlier with @thekills at @houseofvans
Pure rock'n'roll.

Pigeon bath

I want to throw up because we're supposed to quietly and politely make house in this killing machine called America and pay taxes to support our own slow murder and I'm amazed we're not running amok in the streets, and that we can still be capable of gestures of loving after lifetimes of all this. –David Wojnarowicz
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Model: @gianlucadisotto

Try to forget what objects you have before you—a tree, a house, a field, or whatever. Merely think, 'Here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow,' and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact color and shape, until it gives you your own impression of the scene before you. –Claude Monet

Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron. –Eisenhower
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Model: @gianlucadisotto

Happy mother's day! I actually love shooting maternity portraits, and while I don't market myself for it I do take select commissions, so if you want dope weird artsy preggo shots contact my studio via link in my bio.
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Maya on her bed, under her art
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Model: @lamayadesnuda

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