FORMAL TO FERAL - a photopoem from the mid future
Welcome to the mid future! We are Pretend Sweethearts. You may know us, chances are, you don’t: time-traveling, tantric trickster twins based in Portland, Oregon. Folk music for the capitalistically-impaired and media-challenged. Formal to Feral is a collaboration with photographer Miri Stebivka, our comrade Darka Dusty and Atlanta poet Laura Carter. We got down in the woods at Pendarvis Farm - the site of the wondrous Pickathon festival - shedding inhibitions and social training, finding our monkey and rolling around in it. Spontaneous ritual emerged. The camera was there and not there. Canned performance art. Camp movies, situationism, pre-Raphaelite influences, mudplay, magic, genre pics, modest nudity, eco porn? ecoporn? The music was invisible, so you don’t get to taste it, but it’s here. Take a look. 

FORMAL TO FERAL - a photopoem from the mid future

Welcome to the mid future! We are Pretend Sweethearts. You may know us, chances are, you don’t: time-traveling, tantric trickster twins based in Portland, Oregon. Folk music for the capitalistically-impaired and media-challenged. Formal to Feral is a collaboration with photographer Miri Stebivka, our comrade Darka Dusty and Atlanta poet Laura Carter. We got down in the woods at Pendarvis Farm - the site of the wondrous Pickathon festival - shedding inhibitions and social training, finding our monkey and rolling around in it. Spontaneous ritual emerged. The camera was there and not there. Canned performance art. Camp movies, situationism, pre-Raphaelite influences, mudplay, magic, genre pics, modest nudity, eco porn? ecoporn? The music was invisible, so you don’t get to taste it, but it’s here. Take a look. 

One
They are fully able, disabused of sustenance, beautiful in age and love. Attention is given. Fully, well, able.

One

They are fully able, disabused of sustenance, beautiful in age and love. Attention is given. Fully, well, able.

Two
She looks awry. Is there someone in a corridor, nearby, of woods and ferns. He looks able. No guffaw is quite given, but will there be one, later?

Two

She looks awry. Is there someone in a corridor, nearby, of woods and ferns. He looks able. No guffaw is quite given, but will there be one, later?

Three
She gazes lovingly. There are (as you may see) bare feet. To place a hand on a knee is the beginning of a great love affair, maybe.

Three

She gazes lovingly. There are (as you may see) bare feet. To place a hand on a knee is the beginning of a great love affair, maybe.

Four
He looks awry; she looks directly at the camera. Whose gaze is she catching? Someone from behind this small spectacle, someone like me, is writing their story.

Four

He looks awry; she looks directly at the camera. Whose gaze is she catching? Someone from behind this small spectacle, someone like me, is writing their story.

Five

Agape, awry, poised. Something is moving, but is it between them? He meets human gaze with simian visage. Last year, she thinks, there was a ruse. There is a disintegration beginning.

Five

Agape, awry, poised. Something is moving, but is it between them? He meets human gaze with simian visage. Last year, she thinks, there was a ruse. There is a disintegration beginning.

Six
He unbuttons. There is someone in a distance, watching, perhaps. She is coy, alert. A tension begins.

Six

He unbuttons. There is someone in a distance, watching, perhaps. She is coy, alert. A tension begins.

Eight
Dirty hands, a foreshadowing. He smiles, looks prescient with belief in her. She is afraid to meet his gaze, but only for a time.

Eight

Dirty hands, a foreshadowing. He smiles, looks prescient with belief in her. She is afraid to meet his gaze, but only for a time.