like moths to a lightbulb

its been almost three months since i quit, and looking at the desperate need of these kids, i must admit, it feels so great!!!! really, its not the cigarette they need, its the light; the spotlight.

i was walking around ruby rabbit the other night, shooting for RIOT. wow! and as i sloshed around, snapping the hotties, there were these three particular kids, who kept catching my eye.

now i must add here, its hard to stand appart from a room of ridiculously goodlooking people, particularly when you too are ridiculously good looking. but for some reason, they just kept catching my eye.

and now, looking at this photo it all becomes crystal clear! that little tinsy deposit of nicoteen, trapped somewhere between my last cigarette, and my first hypercolour drag at the tender age of 12 was ensnared by the zippo glow.

my eyes dilate, nostril flare, mouth forms a pout; pre-light-up stance. and there they have it. within a split second i am over there, pushing past the throngs of rival scenesters, to capture this moment of harmony, as lighter sparks, cigarettes drawn attention to the rouge lips, the flash of my camera, and exhale.

once a smoker always a smoker. with, or without you, my sweet cigarette.