the lonely doll

when i was a kid, dare wright's book the lonely doll fascinated me.

i can remember sitting in the library at my elementary school and just poring over the pictures. even now, i still find them hauntingly addictive.
while i was on medical leave after my accident in 2006, i started reading them again. i got myself a new copy of the original book and the dare wright biography, the secret life of the lonely doll.
chilling. truly.

dare was this sad neglected child who was used the books and the edith doll itself to work through her issues of abandonment. maybe it was also a cry for help. she was a seamstress, fashion model and photographer. reading about how she staged the shots was odd and tragic and beautiful.
tonight i keep thinking about the book. i don't know why it suddenly creeped into my thoughts but it's keeping me from sleeping. maybe i'm feeling a bit like little lost edith myself. weird. sad.

but i still kinda like the feeling. is that masochistic? or maybe a bit goth? now that's sad.