No games to play, no race to win. I licked the salt from her skin.

Boom. Thanks for the write up of my ‘Sharehouse Series’, Feature Shoot.

If you haven’t followed this website before, have a perv and you shall stumble across some delicious photography work.  

http://www.featureshoot.com/2011/09/charlie-brophys-photographs-explore-teenage-ambiguity-gender-bending-freedom/ 

Perhaps one day things will all make sense.
Or maybe they won’t..
And oh well. 
The world would be boring if everything made sense.
Sweet dreams. 
- CB 

The world looks more beautiful on film. 

I’ve not shared words on here for a while.. 

1 week until freedom once again..

3 and a half weeks until I arrive in India.

Life is good.  

“It did not matter whether I was a friend or an enemy, since I was at least a person who understood you and could be talked to. You were right. I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me. It resembles my own mind except that you happen to be insane.”

My God - The confusion of youth - The need for love Without the courage To give entirely - The dreams Without the will To make them come true - The pursuit of living WIthout the understanding why - The need for reassurance And the constant search For a purpose - The people you miss Along the way Until it is too late - And youth is gone …

I’ve got a plan I’ve got an atlas in my hands I’m gonna turn when I listen to the lessons that I’ve learned.

So whilst it rocks shooting film again.. Blogging is less frequent. 

Patience was never one of my strengths.. x

Oh you’re in my veins
And I cannot get you out
Oh you’re all I taste
At night inside of my mouth.

“My work has always come directly from my personal life. I believe one should create from what one knows and speak about one’s own tribe. You can only speak with true understanding and empathy about what you’ve experienced. I don’t photograph anything I don’t show myself doing. 

When you’re in love you see the best and the deepest part of the person, the real person. Love is not a distortion like many people believe. I think it’s the truest picture you can get of somebody. When the romance dies my obsession to photograph the person wears off, but the photographs that I’ve taken do not loose their intensity.”

- Nan Goldin

Home. 

Cabin crew, prepare for landing.. I wasn’t ready to depart from Bali. The Gili Islands rocked my world. As did she. I can still taste the Clove cigarettes on my lips. To the girl in Perth airport that recognised me from my blog: Thank you for approaching me with unexpected flattery. Your company whilst waiting in transit for my flight was much appreciated. 

Photos to come. x

Run, whirlwind run
Further and further away
Into the sun
And your heart, is a stone
Buried underneath your pretty clothes
Don’t you know, people write songs about girls like you..

Perhaps it’s a blessing in disguise being bedridden as of late..

Had time to build myself a website: http://charliebrophy.com/

x CB

Once upon a dream. I met you. 

Yes, I’m drunk. And you’re beautiful. And tomorrow morning, I’ll be sober.. But you’ll still be beautiful. 

Another turning point
A fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist
Directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test
And don’t ask why.
It’s not a question
But a lesson learned in time.

It’s something unpredictable
but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind.
Hang them on a shelf
In good health and good times
Tattoos and memories
and dead skin on trial.
For what it’s worth,
it was worth all the while.

It’s something unpredictable
but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.