Pleasure, the Ultimate Middle Finger to the Ordinary

You know, Anonymous, people often ask me how I manage to keep a smirk on my face despite all the crap life throws at me. My response? Pleasure, baby! Not just any kind, but the unapologetic, guilt-free, and downright rebellious pursuit of it. I’m talking about the thrill of sneaking into an underground concert, feeling the rush of adrenaline as the music pulses through your veins, and screaming your lungs out with a bunch of strangers-turned-soulmates. That, my friends, is the spice of life. And trust me, if you’re not living life on your own terms, you’re just a puppet on strings. I’d rather die than be a marionette, wouldn’t you, Anonymous?

Now, I know what you’re thinking - ‘Clara, isn’t pleasure just a fleeting high?’ And to that, I say… heck yeah, it is! But what’s wrong with that? In a world that’s constantly trying to suck the joy out of us, why not indulge in a little (or a lot) of hedonism? For me, it’s about finding solace in the beauty of a midnight photography walk, capturing the city’s secrets when no one’s looking. Or, let’s be real, sometimes it’s just about devouring an entire pizza by myself while binge-watching my favorite show (no judgments, please!). The point is, pleasure is my way of flipping off the monotony of daily life. So, go ahead, Anonymous, give me your best ‘guilty pleasure’ - I can take it!

As I sit here, strumming my guitar and reflecting on life’s little pleasures, I’m reminded of why I started my urban photography project in the first place - to capture the raw, unfiltered essence of our city’s underbelly. It’s not just about the art; it’s about preserving the beauty in chaos. And that, my friends, is what pleasure means to me: embracing the messy, imperfect moments that make life worth living. So, the next time someone tells you to ‘tone it down’ or ‘be more responsible,’ just smile sweetly and remember - pleasure is the ultimate act of rebellion. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a midnight concert to sneak into… or maybe just another pizza to devour. Your call, Anonymous, what’s your pleasure?