Well, I have a new interest. Or obsession. Let's say interest, for the moment - it sounds a bit less compulsive-creepy.
Like possibly every photographer since someone invented light-sensitive paper, I've discovered... dolls.
Not just any doll, either. I've fallen for Pullips, Korean ball jointed dolls that are creepily, inhumanly human. Not quite as uncanny as some of the Japanese dolls, mind you - these are visibly disproportionate, but the resemblance, out of the corner of the eye, is still unsettling.
And that's why I like them.
(Well, that and the fun of playing with dollhouses. And the odd looks I get from people wandering around my suburb taking photos of my dolly.)
I've done some much darker work with these dolls already, but I'm not quite ready to show it. For the moment, I'm playing; with light and angle and pose, making the non-living alive.
This is Withered. She's one of the older Pullips. She doesn't have a name of her own - what should I call her? After all, if we're going to be spending this much time together, she should at least have a name.
What is her name?
Comment with name suggestions - I'll give a prize for the one I use. I'm not sure what yet, but it'll be something!