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Shaun was excited that Gael García Bernal was in his bar. I didn't know who he was but it turns out I'm old friends with his friend so we ended up in a cab together. If only all you ladies had been there.
This girl was really hot and kept showing her pimply ass.
Serbians are my kind of people. They take me out on yachts and their version of the nytimes has naked women in it. We had a bunch of Croatians on board so I politely suggested we throw one overboard for good luck but apparently it's strictly forbidden during the Dormition of the Theotokos unless they've stolen one of your sheep. Anyway, I took photos in between eating yummy spicy food and drinking a six pack of beer. Borko ate 20 of the hors d'œuvres and tried to hide the toothpicks so no one would know. I'll just post everything.
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It turns out that it wasn't just the declaration of independence that John Hancock left his mark on; check out the grave yard he's buried in.
Alex's dj set went till 5:30am with a ton of people including swedes and a hot model who introduced herself by pinching my butt. I think that and my recent run-ins with a famous actress at the gym have pretty much satisfied my self-esteem requirements for the entire year.
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My friend Ellen came over a bunch of times this month to talk about art and photography. I've always thought she was taller than me so I finally got out a tape and measured with the help of her friend. But she was right, we're the same. I think my hips come up to her knees so she seems a lot taller.
I have very few photos of Ellen because she claims to always look bad and avoids cameras. I think this may have something to do with the fact that she only allows photographs when drunk off her ass or woosy at very high altitudes. We haven't hung out in a while so I dug up old photos to investigate. She's hot in them but I think it's pretty clear that the huge hunk of man-meat seen here downing a cool beer in a hot spring is a hard act to follow and makes everyone look bad around him.
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My Dad lives in Florida during the winter. I went to visit and he took me to a beach boys concert. It was a whole auditorium filled with grandmas with that Buckminster Fuller sphere of hair like where they take a couple dozen wispy strands and convert it into an age-defying force field. Anyway, I thought his beach outfit warranted a photo.
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Britta and Shaun came over and we hung out on my roof. I'll post more later.
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I took pictures of ryan for the first time in 6 months. We only had like 20 minutes before she had to run off to meet up with her boyfriend so they're pretty rough. I'm gonna go back and do them again better. Styling and makeup by Ryan. The first one is her directed photo and then I took over and took film photos. I like her freckles.
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That being said I do have some fancy stuff. This for instance is a pretty baddass camera. I can do things with it that people with EOS 1ds Mark II cameras can't unless they're taking the photo with a telephoto lens from the next zip code. But I could sell it tomorrow for within a hundred bucks of what I paid for it so unless I break it, it's sort of free. The lens is used for buildings and by photographers with small penises.
Nashville people
I was so fat when this was taken. Everyone's always like "you're not fat!" I don't know...I look pretty fat.
I got my beauty dish in the mail today. It's like a huge aluminum hubcap with a dingdong in the middle that the flash bouces off and then curls around in all directions and hits you in the face! Sort of an up close and personal light that you can use for a lot of things especially faces (i.e. makes girls and their makeup look pretty). It was cheap but took forever to get. I got it because I took these photos which were sort of a preliminary test of using T55. Polaroid's gonna stop making it at some point so I wanted to use it before it's gone. It's so contrasty that you need a lot of softness but then if I stuck a softbox right in their face there wasn't enough shadow and sparkle. I really wasn't happy with these and I decided to stop wasting film and try something different. Hopefully this light will improve things and I can use it for all kinds of things. For technophiles the first was shot was with a 180mm RZ67ProII with a 4x5 back, the second was an insanely close Symmar APO 300mm/5.6L.
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I finally coughed up some photos. I'll even annotate them for a change.
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In between tacos, I also met up with my sister who found time to see me while she was between working and going to graduate school at Berkeley. That campus is amazing; I should have gone there. She designs crazy shit in China like mag-lev stations and aerotropolis whatevers. They work on the top floor of a building in the back of the campus nestled up against the hills. Amazing views of the bay and, on the other side, you're ten stories high and in the trees.
We walked from her place on Potrero Hill to Hayes Valley which is full of architecture offices and has lots of really good coffee shops. There's probably a connection. Blue Bottle Co. which has a cute outpost on Linden St. has some of the best coffee anywhere. Along the way she filled me in on what the urban planners were trying to do with the city's various public space projects. Later I went on an afternoon drinking binge with Alex's friend Mahader who's 6'5" and just happened to be strolling around in a gold lamay leisure suit. I asked him why and he said, why the fuck not. We sat outside at a place called Zeitgeist. It's kind of a biker bar with a big back yard and amazing bloody mary's that the bartender makes fresh each time with all 11 or something ingredients. It was packed with tattooed california twenty-something ruffians. I got really drunk and took photos of people I didn't know.
In LA, I saw the überorgan and some other Tim Hawkinson stuff. It wasn't as cool as I thought it would be but still pretty cool. I really liked the other paintings/collages he had there. I got to eat at Rosco's Chicken and Waffles (get the chicken, skip the waffles), most of the taco places in west hollywood, a fancy restaurant full of men with ferraris and girl's with fake boobs (same thing, I had really tasty snails), and the apple pan for hamburgers and pie. I gained like 20 pounds.
Alex showed up in New York weeks later on his way back from asia and a crazy rich wedding in northern italy (he had a 9 hour fellini-like meal). Ry Fyan, who's a really good young painter, is putting out his album so we stopped by his studio. He was finishing off some ridiculously complicated micropainting of a tiny thing on a huge canvas while chatting with us.
I took Alex to Cafe Gitane in Nolita. It has these very affected looking europeans spilling out of it on weekends but during the week it's become my regular place for lunch meetings. It's cheap and the food is just so good. Alex managed to charm the entire waitress staff.
Galapagos was one of his best books and I'm surprised people don't mention it more. Writing in the eighties, when every member of the republican party was dismissing the seventies energy crisis and global warming, he describes one character as having had the silly and completely ridiculous idea that power could be generated for free using strange contraptions that harnessed energy from the sun and the wind. Also:
It is hard to believe nowadays that people could ever have been as brilliantly duplicitous as James Wait--until I remind myself that just about every adult human being back then had a brain weighing about three kilograms! There was no end to the evil schemes that a thought machine that oversized couldn't imagine and execute.
So I raise this question, although there is nobody around to answer it: Can it be doubted that three-kilogram brains were once nearly fatal defects in the evolution of the human race?
A second query: What source was there back then, save for our overelaborate nervous circuitry, for the evils we were seeing or hearing about simply everywhere?
My answer: There was no other source. This was a very innocent planet, except for those great big brains.
and so it goes.
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I'm going through tons of photos to make a preliminary website and book. It's like a pyramid. Preliminary work to get access to better models and makeup/hair people for more serious shoots to make a better book to get access to even better models etc... I think I'm gonna have to get help. I've looked at so many photos the critical part of my brain is in temporary paralysis. I shot some decent stuff right before vacation so I'll show a few here that are interesting or maybe not interesting but I like them at the moment.
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"I just realized that the piss paintings happened the same time when Victor Hugo was doing cum sheets."
"He did cum sheets because I'm doing cum sheets."
"Yeah, I have a Victor Hugo cum sheet."
"Really, oh my god.
Turns out Koh's cum sheets are far more complicated and Hugo would just cum on a sheet when he was doing dudes and then give it people as a present. I love that. Cum sheets, no way, I'm doing cum sheets too. Small world...
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