Table Of ContentP A M E L A A N D E R S O N
E M M A D U N L AV E Y
AND
BenBella Books, Inc.
Dallas, Texas
FOREWORD
Sometimes the world brings describe Pam for me would
beautiful people into be pure passion, in both
it. With Pam, it brought the heart and soul of our
beauty on the inside and existence. Something that
out! A beautiful soul could never be forced—it
with an amazing mind. She comes from a very sacred
has the depth, mystery, place hidden in her heart.
beauty and everything one The essence of these
truly desires. On every photographs portray that
organic level. The ability hidden wisdom, almost in
to be completely raw. a surreal way, thinking
Emma’s photographs about the moment. Where
give you a serene feeling Pam and Emma were when
to rise above the many they truly captured that
challenges we face in the moment does not matter.
world today. Your thoughts A moment in one’s mind
become only about love and will always be the way with
true love. Her effortless Pam—people cannot forget.
visual ability allows the Beauty is integrated
reader to dream and only with nature—the most
want to feel the beauty. spiritual quality I
The two animals are a believe, and it does not
match made in heaven. matter where this was
The perfect word to photographed.
Emma’s true reality has She makes you want
never left her English to feel.
countryside, horses, You are left only with
harmony with nature, and true love and beauty;
raw passion. This life it’s her secret, and not a
is meant for beautiful dark one.
collaborations. To Open like a book,
make the world a better and this is why these
place, to grow and learn photographs compliment
like aboriginals always her so much.
believed. Bob Marley once
To return home, to the said: “Some people feel
earth, and the universe. the rain. Others just
In every moment in get wet.”
time something beautiful These girls feel the
can happen, and when rain and get wet!
true artists like Emma
—RAPHAEL MAZZUCCO
and Pamela integrate,
the magic blossoms
and fills with organic
sensibilities.
Pamela makes me dream
and see everything in such
a unique way.
She makes you let go.
She makes you want to
let go.
INTRODUCTION
I live beneath the Volcano will erupt—to
lowest breath—past stand back.
indecision . . . Observe . . .
I have Faith, Love from a distance—
I’m painting a picture—
I’m a red hot poker—
A sculpture in lights . . .
Ask my kids—
There is an energy in me— I push it—
healthy, wild, and I hope to inspire loved ones
stirring . . . to live with passion
to go to places no one else
A “Somnambulist”—living in
has—
a consistent dream state—
We all have secrets
inside . . .
Ecstasy,
(that drive us . . .)—
Blissful, and challenging—
We all have a purpose—
it comes with a price . . .
It’s curious to me—
I draw people to me—who are
Who are we? Why are we here?
difficult—
It’s not to just exist
and when you peel back
and take—
the layers—left vulnerable—
We are here to live . . .
wide open—it’s a dangerous
and give—and be
playground—
creative . . .
but, a lovely one—
loving relentlessly from the
I don’t know how I feel about
deepest parts—
beauty—
having the strength to pull
Or who decided what beauty is—
back—dip in and out . . .
My mom says beauty comes
Intuitively knowing the
from the inside—
it’s ageless. I take big risks—
A lot burns inside this
The most valuable currency I
body . . .
have is my heart.
A mischievous longing . . .
I deserve to have loving,
cravings . . .
romantic relationships,
a wicked hunger—
full of passion and
I am an insatiable
kindness—but . . .
beast . . .
with a twist . . .
I believe we are all born a challenge . . .
with a plan . . . An unexpected feeling—
I love who my boys are— abandonment of self—
I also know . . . the to enter another’s world.
dance . . . Try it on . . . shape shift—
When I want to give them
It’s hard to believe that
the world—
Emma and I have known
I must give them love
each other over twenty
instead—
years . . .
They know every action has a
We have traveled the world
repercussion—
together. She knows me so
good or bad—it’s their
well . . . The good, bad
choice.
and . . . ugly.
I am grateful to have such
We’ve gotten ourselves
interesting, bold, and
into some pretty strange
brave boys.
places—
Everyone deserves And . . .
love . . . (especially After all this time in
those who don’t believe each other’s faces—
they do) we’ve become like
I end up sisters . . . I can’t
biting off a lot . . . hide from her—it’s a
relationship like no only encouraged me to
other. be me—
Makeup artists become It’s organic—
confidants . . . they know I find it funny when
all our secrets— people use the word
We both have a silly sense of “re-invention”—
humor— Short hair doesn’t make me a
and both feel deeply and better actress . . .
care about the world— and less eyeliner doesn’t
make
Emma is a naturally talented
me a better wife . . .
photographer—
(I tried . . . HA)
If I were shooting me—I’d
be her. Watch out . . .
We envision the same angles. Tell someone what not to do—
Being In the moment, and guess what happens. . . ?
present—within a The rebel is born.
fantasy . . .
We shoot quick and Emma and I feel the same
spontaneously. Like two about celebrating sexy.
little girls— I’ve had an interesting and
We are always laughing. wild career so far—
And ACT II is getting even
Luckily, even before she
more bizarre—
branched out and made
this her profession—she I have learned to balance
always had her camera in my life—
her hand, maybe compartmentalized
and we have record of some of a bit—
our salacious adventures— Nothing calculated.
I appreciate that she’s It’s actually quite
never tried to change me— innocent . . .
Description:Features over a decade of Emma Dunlavey's photography of Pamela Anderson's life and travels around the world, as well as text of Pamela's prose and poetry using type and her own handwriting to give a behind-the-scenes look at Pamela Anderson's life. Abstract: Features over a decade of Emma Dunlavey'
