Photo by Heather Cashmore

Photo by Heather Cashmore

Mitchell Parsons

He throws the switches in grade B movies creating random images under red lighting
Where male and female beauties have naked lunch on daisy trains
With a criss-cross of mouths and a camp sensibility
With good nights and thank yous and flowers
From behind omnipresent sunglasses leaves them softer and more confused,
but still elegant
He leaves them tired of self-centered love
Ready….
For the main event

Photo by Parsons

Photo by Parsons

Heather Cashmore

Secret weapon