106.

Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.

But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so.
He will not know what all but he do know.
And as he errs, doting on Hermia’s eyes,
So I, admiring of his qualities.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. 

~Helena

Helena

A Midsummer Night's Dream

Jenny Joslin

105.

"There is a willow grows aslant a brook, 

That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; 

There with fantastic garlands did she come 

Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples 

That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, 

But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: 

There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds 

Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; 

When down her weedy trophies and herself 

Fell in the weeping brook. 

Her clothes spread wide; 

And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: 

Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; 

As one incapable of her own distress, 

Or like a creature native and indued 

Unto that element: but long it could not be 

Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, 

Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay 

To muddy death."

~ Gertude

Ophelia

Hamlet

Ruthie Fish

104.

"She felt that, insignificant as it had appeared that morning, the position she held in Society was dear to her, and that she would not have the strength to change it for the degraded position of a woman who had forsaken husband and child and formed a union with her lover; that, however much she tried, she could not become stronger than herself."
~ Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

Anna

Anna Karenina

Gwen  Albers

102.

Years before, when she was twenty-one, she wrote in her diary: "Beauty is only to be admired, only to be loved--to be harvested carefully and then flung at a chosen lover like a gift of roses. It seems to me, so far as I can judge clearly at all, that my beauty should be used like that...."
~ Gloria

Gloria

The Beautiful and the Damned

Diana Diaz

99.

Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used, for they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time. After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live. 

~ Hamlet 

Hamlet

Hamlet

Andres Sosa 

98.

I noticed that her finger-nails were painted emerald green, a colour unfortunately chosen, for it called attention to her hands, which were much stained by cigarette smoking and as dirty as a little girl’s. She was dark….Her face was long and thin, powdered dead white. She had very large brown eyes which should have been darker, to match her hair and the pencil she used for her eyebrows 

~ Christopher Isherwood

Sally Bowles

Cabaret

Emily Vazquez

97.

“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.”  

-  Elizabeth Bennet

Elizabeth Bennet

Pride and Prejudice

Alice Allemano   

       In this project, I am taking characters from novels and plays and photographing them as would if I were to make a film or play based on the text.  It is something that I have always done unconsciously and it gives me an excuse to photograph actors. I am playing with the question of--where does the actor end and the character begin? In these photos, I want to photograph the characters, in an attempt loose the actor to the character. 

96.

You cad, you dirty swine! I never cared for you, not once! I was always makin' a fool of ya! Ya bored me stiff; I hated ya! It made me SICK when I had to let ya kiss me. I only did it because ya begged me, ya hounded me and drove me crazy! And after ya kissed me, I always used to wipe my mouth! WIPE MY MOUTH!  

~ Mildred Rogers

Mildred Rogers [TEST SHOOT]

Of Human Bondage

Nell Power

       In this project, I am taking characters from novels and plays and photographing them as would if I were to make a film or play based on the text.  It is something that I have always done unconsciously and it gives me an excuse to photograph actors. I am playing with the question of--where does the actor end and the character begin? In these photos, I want to photograph the characters, in an attempt loose the actor to the character.