March 2009

Conception


Colorful Surprise

These are the result of some late night artistic insanity which involved much creativity to get the flash to focus just right (and not light the entire room). And by "creativity" I mean wrapping my flash in things like cardstock, underwear, packing tape and scarves. That's just like the pros do it right!? I actually have a snoot making kit somewhere, but couldn't be bothered to find it.


Disco Damon

I went to a 70s themed birthday party last night...


Rim Around the Rosey

What is it they say about idle hands? Well, in an effort for art, I agreed to pose for a visiting photographer who's doing a series he calls "inappropriate behavior." Naturally, I was immediately intrigued and I find the result hysterical. If you don't want to see me with my pants down doing something horribly inappropriate in public... don't go here.


Bloated Self-Pity

It's the middle of the night once again and I'm all melancholy and introspective. I find that I often mistake sleep deprivation for some deep, meaningful insight into this whole thing we call life. Instead I think it just fuels things like depression and gastrointestinal distress.


So What Gives?

I had a photo shoot scheduled for late tonight. I was going to shoot a sexy guy in various forms of leather and undress in an amazing looking one-way tunnel at midnight to avoid traffic and little things like indecent exposure charges. I was feeling like an edgy, adventurous, guerilla photographer and so excited to find a way to use an awesome setting. A few hours ago the model bailed on the shoot, though wants to reschedule. I'm all sullen at home instead of pushing the boundaries of art and legality.

Tomorrow I had a paying shoot for which I've done tons of brainstorming/planning and blocked out several hours. That client also wants to reschedule. Beyond losing that modest income it also sounded like a fun shoot with several different settings/outfits.

My biggest annoyance isn't the loss of artsy shots or a paying gig, but more that I now have nothing to do tonight or with my day tomorrow. Grrrrrr.


Romantic Intentions

Here is a series of photos from a shoot I did last week that was squeezed in between rain storms. What do you think?


Wee Hours

I've not been best friends with the whole sleeping thing recently. Obsessing about the romantic notion of true love lost keeps me up till the wee hours of the morning (hello wee hours of the morning) then having a lot of chronic pain makes me toss and turn when I can finally get to sleep. Tonight episodes of Smallville are keeping me company. Such a poorly written show, but my addiction to all things superhero keeps me watching it. Even the really bad vampire episode for Halloween. So I wile away the early morning hours with my superhero addiction. Meanwhile I actually have to go to work tomorrow. Not work as in "I have a job", but as in the numb-nuts who are wrapping up things at my last company didn't keep the carefully laid instructions I left for them to finalize 1099 forms. So I'll put in a few hours helping them wrap that up, make some money, then return to my life as an unemployed hopeless romantic with chronic pain issues and a weakness for men in tights.


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