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I dreamed over and over again that when Giraffe’s were born they were almost humans and then as they got older their necks get longer and they slowly become giraffes.  But when they are first born you can teach them english and hang out with them and stuff.  In the dream I knew this was not the case and I kept waking up realizing that this was not true, but then I would go back to sleep and people would assure me that this was true and kept introducing me to giraffemen who I would talk to.  Once they became giraffes they lost the ability to speak.  After broing down with one of these giraffes it made me not want to kill animals for food, which I was really pissed off about because of how much I like meat.  Luckily when I woke up, it was early in the morning and McDonalds was still serving breakfast so I got acouple bacon egg and cheese biscuits and a sausage McGriddle and everything was okay.

So here is actual proof that when giraffe’s are born they don’t look like people.  They mostly just look like a mixture of baby Alien’s mixed with regular giraffes.  Still, pretty spooky.

As the trendsetter/ early adapter that I am I have to let you guys know that the newest trend to hit the streets is the “Half-Stache”. The raw power of this ’stache is so intense that not once but twice yesterday did beautiful women interrupt my fried chicken dinner to discuss my brilliant and brave facial hair choice with me last night. I am so sure of this new trends amazing power that I will make this promise. Anyone who rocks a respectable Half-Stache for 7 full days and sends me some sort of photographic proof, I will send you a DBB t-shirt whenever I get around to finally getting them printed. It will be sweet. I am not sure what the over/under is for how long I keep this, but please, but amongst yourselves.

Second small thing of note, although much less important, you may have come here looking for some photos from Byte on Sunday, Happy Endings on Tuesday or High Voltage last night and you have found nothing. This is because I am suffering from what might be known as exhaustion. I wake up at 1pm everyday, leave work at 2, get home from work at midnight, go out and shoot, get home at 5, work on this website until 8am and then start over. This is killing me. I did not get any sleep last night due to a friend taking mushrooms and not being able to make it home due to the fact that she thought she was in Tokyo and that all the taxi cabs had become alligators. Long story short is that after this weekend I am taking a week break from party photos except for the Jump party that I agreed to shoot weeks ago (more on that later). The photos from the aforementioned parties will be up tomorrow or Saturday. See you then.

Long live the Half-Stache!

UPDATE: Read the comments section of this post for the Half-Stache controversy!

Editors note: I am not sure how this became a 10,000 word essay on mundane details of a moderately eventful random night of my life, but yet it is what it is.  I am not sure it is in your best interest to read the whole thing, but there are some pretty funny photos at the bottom….  

The other night was completely out of hand.  Bars were closing and I had just driven into the city from Brooklyn where I had been shooting the Trashy Trashed party or whatever it was called.  I went to meet with a friend of mine at Max Fish.  While waiting in line to put my stickers in the bathroom she was making fun of this guy who always rides the mechanical horse.  She also happened to be sitting on said horse.  This is one of those horses you see outside of Supermarkets and ACME brand type Wallmart type stores and such places like that.  I feel like there are several of them outside of bodegas on Ave A.  Anyway, she is sitting on this horse so I put in a quarter when she was not looking.  Suddenly she goes from talking shit to smiling and seems to be enjoying said horse greatly.  I decided that I had to try it, but I was out of quarters so I sat on the tail.  And while the pain on this tail mashing itself into my coccyx was not exactly pleasant, I did come to the conclusion that riding one of these horses is far more satisfying that it looks.  This is a very important realization in my life.  I recommend it to everyone.

Moments later I was standing out front when a drunken man on a skateboard did a face plant into the concrete.  No one really knew what to do.  He was just laying on the ground motionless.  I thought he would be missing teeth or something.  People sort of tried to roll him over, and someone went inside to get help.  I was the closest person to him and I just sort of stood there.  There was this girl who I saw taking bad “street photography” photos outside the bar.  She at once started photographing him. Some other people took this as a cue to pull out their cameras.  Now while this is the sort of thing that I might normally find appealing to photograph, but realisticly I was actually more concerned for this man’s well being than I was taking photos.  When he stood up, I pulled out my camera to get a shot of his blood soaked face when I realized that he was just going to walk away without getting help.  I tried to explain to him that he had been unconscious for several minutes and he should just sit down.  He angrily informed me never to talk to him like that again.  His friends then came out, I told them what happened and left.  I think that if when he passed out there would have been missing teeth or a lot more blood I would have taken some shots, but really it just looked like he was drunk and passed out on the sidewalk.  Pretty boring photos probably, and I am not going to wallow in someone’s misery for mediocre shots.

After that I got in touch with my friend Jessica who was having a “Metal Party” at her house.  I asked who was there and she said “Oh, just Alexander and I.”  When I showed up, her friend Skipper was there too, and they were teasing their hair and applying more hair spray than should normally be sprayed in lifetime.  Jessica told me she was trying to look as much like Nikki Sixx as possible.  I found out she had just woken up and decided just to stay in and play dress up.  When I got there it was nearly 5AM and it was light outside by the time they finished getting ready.  Alexander was already dressed supremely metal, but then again, he pretty much dresses like that every day, although this night he was missing his normal top hat.  I wanted to fit in, so I shaved my awful facial hair into a Lemmy-eque handle bar mustache that I put mascara on so it would look less like a prepubescent pedophile working a taco stand.  Skipper decided to fill in my eyebrows too.  At some point they drew an upside down cross on my head, but it was about 175 degrees in Jessica’s apartment and it quickly sweated off.    We then took a lot of pictures.

The important thing to note about this is that we were listening to hair metal the entire time.  They had made a mix.  All these kids are like 5 years younger than me I think… at least Jess is, and it was strangely surprising to me that she had Great White on the play list and stuff.  Like, admittedly Hooked was one of my favorite albums in 1990, but I was 10 and Nirvana had not yet entered my consciousness yet… I am positive that Jess was not a big Great White fan in 1990, but you never know.  I just think it is weird that someone would ever come back to some of these ridiculous metal bands post-Nirvana and be pretty much obsessed with that music.  I mean I was obsessed with it, but I didn’t know any better.  All I listened to before I heard Smells Like Teen Spirt was rap and hair metal.  It was either that or New Kids On The Block, and at least I knew better than that.

Anyway, I knew every single lyric to every song they were playing that night and at one point I started randomly whistling the first few notes of “Wind Of Change” by the Scorpions and the second I finished the bar, that song shuffled on.  It was so insane.  Of the 200 songs on the playlist (which I had never heard) it was a pretty bewildering chance that song would be next (even if I had known it was on the list, which I didn’t).  I cannot possibly explain how amazing this was.  I was sort of flipping out about it all night.  No one else really cared, as I am sure you do not care about it now.  Still, it was one of the most amazing things that has happened to me this calendar year.

After we were done taking photos we decided to get food.  We all looked like lunatics, but I was quite okay with this.  Jessica was not.  She kept apologizing to everyone on the street for our weird looks.  Alex was mildly annoyed by this as he was dressed like he always dresses.  I just didn’t really see the point in acting a fool if you are going to apologize for it.  So as soon as I had ordered my clam chowder and key lime pie Jess decided we were going to a party in Brooklyn.  Keep in mind it is now 630AM.  So we had to get the food to go.  I did not want to take my soup to go, so I ate it as quickly as I could alternating bites of chowder with key lime pie, which was met with strange looks from everyone at the table (which now included a man named Paul). As soon as I finished stuffing the last bite of $6 pie into my mouth I was told that we were no longer going to the party and I could take my time eating.  Fuck. So we left the diner, which is not really a diner because they don’t serve milkshakes (despite having ice cream and milk on the menu, and a blender in full view of the bar).  Neither 7a (home of the $6 pie) nor Sidewalk have milkshakes making that entire block of A between 6th and 7th pretenders to the claim of diner.

Continuing on, before I returned home I tried to convince Jess, who had been topless several times in the last two hours, to let me take a picture of her flashing a small spanish speaking bodega employee who was sweeping up flower petals outside of a corner store.  She was too embarrassed to do it, but thought it would be a great idea to take a picture with him anyway.  I said forget it, but by that time she was already across the street putting her arm around him for a picture.  Right before I took it, I pulled off the bandana that she was wearing as a shirt down, exposing her to this small man, which caused pretty much everyone to fall on the ground laughing.  Everyone high fived me, and even Jess thought it was pretty funny.  I hope when I develop that roll it will be as funny as I think it will be.  A few minutes later I said good bye and walked back up the street towards that bodega, the man was still outside watering flowers with the biggest grin I have ever seen in my life still on his face.  I was glad I could lighten up his life if only for a little while… because after all, isn’t that what pornography is all about?

Let the metal gods bless you all.  Hail Satan.

Enjoy some of the pictures from the Hair Metal Dress Up Party.

Okay. Let’s start by staying happy 4th of July. When I think of the 4th I think about going to the beach with my family and setting off hundreds of dollars worth of free fireworks every year. My dad used to loan one of the maintenance guys at his law office a few thousand dollars every year and he would open a firework stand and sell fireworks for a few weeks. He would always pay my dad back with fireworks as interest. So every year we would always have the sickest, most dangerous fireworks. My friend Marshall and I used to take them apart and make bombs out of them. About a year ago, my parents turned my old bed room into a guest room and they made me clean out the room. When I was going through all my stuff I found one of the bombs we made. It is huge, and I think I am going to set it on fire today and see what happens. It is at least 12 years old, probably older. It will either do nothing, or blow up in my face. There is not really a fuse and I remember putting gun powder in it. Yikes.

My second point of order is that it is my dog Freedom’s 17th birthday today. This is a completely unreasonable thing. My dog has been deaf and mostly blind for several years. He can barely move. He can’t walk up stairs and he can no longer run. That being said, he never seems like he is in pain, and is always happy to see me when I visit my parents, so I am very glad he is still hanging in there. I got him in the 5th grade and I could not have been happier to have a dog. I wanted a big dog, or a pug… but my parents wanted to get a Westie.. they won. I wanted to get the biggest one of the puppies, but my brother wanted the smallest… he won. Still, I was just ecstatic to have a puppy. I had him sitting on my chest when I was resting on the ground. He jumped for possibly the first time in his life and it was about the cutest thing I had ever seen. I almost vomited cupcakes.

Anyway, if he just makes it one more year, I can probably sleep with a girl who is younger than my dog, and I think that will be a feat worth mentioning.

Anyway, happy 4th, I hope you have fun. I will be busy blowing up bombs and watching people devour hot dogs for sport.

Enjoy this video of America’s Greatest Hero: Joey Chestnut… See you at Nathan’s

So I got a parking ticket the other day and it made me realize I don’t have any cop friends that could fix this situation for me. So I decided to place some personal ads on Craigslist. Click the adds to see the actual posts while they last.

UPDATE - 6.12.08:
I didn’t receive any responses to my add until today.

The $#%#D@ nerve.  I hope they hammer you hard.
What your asking for and what your offering in return is a serious charge.
I suggest you stay off of craigs list with your nonsense.

HAHAHAHAHA….

Tomorrow night is part one of my birthday celebration at High Voltage. It will be fun.

Then Thursday is my actual birthday, and I think I am just going to spend it at home.

Then Friday will be the craziness. I am not sure if I have to tell you this, but I do not drink… except on my birthday and New Years Eve. On New Years I had to shoot a party so I stayed pretty in control. That will not be the case on Friday. I plan on getting extremely destroyed and I will try to make out with pretty much any girl who comes near me, so be warned. I am a very nice drunk… just maybe a little too nice. Last year I made out with 22 ladies, and if I get as drunk as I think I will, I will try to break that total.

Check out the photos from last year. And then check out the flyers below. I am also hosting a party Saturday with details to come soon.

UPDATE: Flyer for Saturday posted below. I can’t believe they listed me as “Stud Photographer”. That is horrifying.

My friend Kristine had everything she owned destroyed in a fire a few weeks ago.  She is amazing and was one of my first friends in NYC.  I did not really realize how bad things were for her until I got this email she sent out.  I am sending her out some stuff tomorrow, but I was hoping maybe some of you could help her too.  Attached is her email message.  Please contact me via email or myspace  (or her myspace) for her mailing address.  I did not want to post it online.

 As you may already know by now, on April 22nd, less than one month ago, several people (including myself) lost our creative workspace, rehearsal space and most importantly our home to a devastating fire and I have temporarily relocated to Louisville, Kentucky. Yes, I am coming back, however I am not certain when. My father had purchased, as a birthday gift to me, a round trip ticket to Louisville so that I could attend the 134th Kentucky Derby, an event I had been waiting to fall on my 29th birthday since I was a little girl. My family and close friends encouraged me to continue my plans in the wake of the fire and I am glad I did: it was magical. I blew out a candle alone on my birthday and it was fine. On the eve of my return flight to NYC I realized that I had nothing to come home to and that staying in Kentucky to regroup and relax was a much better option than jumping back into the hurried and competitive pace of Gotham. I believe I made the right decision. After all, staying on my ex-boyfriend’s couch (we all ended up at our exes in the days after the fire) seemed like a giant step backward and I am determined to continue progressing. (Plus I am certain he didn’t really want me there anyway!)

Although by some incredible blessing no human was injured, we did lose our feline friend, Pilgrim. I am not sure how many of you have experienced or survived a residential fire (to those of you who have I can’t thank you enough for being there for me), but aside from the great monetary loss of possessions and the harsh reality of seeing who really is (or is not) there for you in times of great need, losing this animal seems to be the most heartbreaking aspect of the tragedy for me. This could be because I am notoriously allergic to — and thus averse to — cats, but I really loved him. I would dream about Pilgrim and wake up with him and tell him…I have attached his photo.

Every night my dreams are incredibly stressful and reflect some event having to do with the fire: my belongings that were lost, trying to save Pilgrim, our shattered collective, the separation of my close friends and the stress and adversity we are each individually and collectively experiencing. This has affected the way we are behaving toward one another, and although I am a realist and considering the circumstances, I have not experienced the sensitivity and kindness I give to others, and that hurts.  I was so happy to be where I had finally landed, and the future looked promising. Now, I know that there is a bigger plan somehow in the cards for me, and I know that I will make it to see those plans manifest. I also hope my friends from the house are truly friends and I will see them again. I miss them. I miss a lot of people right now and feel sad that more people I know have not reached out, if even to say hello.

Add to this that I am in a new and unfamiliar environment with new and unfamiliar people and new and unfamiliar surroundings and one might understand how it took me three weeks to be able to muster the strength to go to the Red Cross for assistance. I had posted myspace bulletins asking people I knew for things(with little response), my ex was kind enough to send me what few things I had left and some cash to float me and I think I have just been reeling, feeling sort of happy to be here but also incredibly overstimulated. I don’t have many of the things I need to survive, or what little I have left of what I DO have is about to be all used up. So, finally getting to the Red Cross today proved to be really unproductive: without proof of residency, there is nothing they can do for me. I wasn’t on the lease, and since I “waited too long” I am ineligible for financial assistance anyway. This was really impactive and painful for some reason. I have found a part-time job to tide me over and I begin Wednesday, and my strained finances are an additional burden, so I am glad to regain some structure. I went from having a weekly calendar to having no calendar, and for an organized producer like me, this is also devastating.

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It is instantly clear to me at 7AM this Tuesday morning that this website is going to suffer greatly at the hands of this new full time job. Just 8 hours after I completed my first day I realize that I got nothing done tonight… and I didn’t even take a picture. The idea is that I go out straight from work, take photos until like 3, go home, edit photos, upload photos, update site and be asleep by 7 am. It is now 7am and while I have edited all the photos I took Saturday night, I did not yet get them online, and I did not shoot anything. I didn’t have my camera on me when I got off work. I will tomorrow, but since I got nothing done tonight, why on Earth do I think I am going to be able to get anything done from 4-7 tomorrow. That is three hours to get two galleries up from Saturday, edit all the photos I take tonight, get them online and update again. Yikes. I need to streamline my work…. And I need an intern. That is no joke. If you want to be my intern, and know Facebook really well, basic HTML and are willing to work for college credit and drink tickets, let me know. Also, you can do almost all your work from home except some occasional night club stuff and maybe a few runs to the store. Being 21+ or having a reliable fake would be a bonus. Let me know soon, I hit up Craigslist next week.

Okay, off to bed as soon as I put watermarks on the Saturday skater party pictures so they will be ready for upload first thing tomorrow when I get back from party photoing.

Tuesday night update:  I did shoot some pretty fun photos tonight, but I got into some shit instead of coming home to do work, so once again it is nearly 7AM and I have nothing to show for it (although I will have edited the photos of tonight before I go to sleep).  I also paid a ticket.  And I had a lot of fun, and I have not done that for a bit.  Let’s see what happens tomorrow…

Have some Lulz courtesy of Defame: Orlando’s comment section and 15 more minutes of not going to sleep.

I just wanted to say Happy Mother’s Day to all my friends out there who keep having babies.  It seems like there are more and more of you every year.  Maybe I should stop being old….

Anyway, I hope that all your kids are one day as thoughtful as I am and get your mothers wonderful gifts like what I got my mom this year:

Sweet merciful lord. I woke up yesterday around noon after a few hours of sleep because I forgot to pick up my sleeping pills and had to take a bunch of tylenol PM instead. Then I did some shit and cleaned my apartment and updated this site and blah blah blah. Then I went to the Burning Angel party at Trash. I will just have to say that that was completely fucking insane. I am going to do a two part series, part one up tomorrow, and the really fucked up photos on Monday. I also have a girl/girl gallery that will be up as well. Anyway, the point was I was completely drained from the lack of sleep and my balls hurt from the naked girls and groping. So what did I do? I took a cab to Radio City Music Hall and stood in the rain until 9:30 AM waiting for tickets to see the NFL Draft. At 9:30 they opened the door and basically everyone started running full sprint at the door. Like 3000 people. It was insane, people got trampled etc. 2 hours later after being crushed by people I had a wristband. Then several hours of waiting in another line I got inside. From the time I left Trash to the time I got inside it had been 11 hours. Then I watched the draft until 10PM. It is now 10 o’clock, roughly 34 hours after I woke up. I want to die. GO DOLPHINS!

Real story and photos tomorrow.  Preview below.

Okay, so I am not really stuck. I just haven’t left yet. You see I am planning on driving back to New York and honestly the last thing I want to do is drive for 5 hours. Not that I want to be on a bus for that long, but at least then I could watch Human Giant episodes on my ipod. I also found a few reasons to stay an extra day.

1. Entourage Season 4 On Demand. My parents have this amazing entertainment system thing they just got and it has HBO on demand and I can watch it on a TV the size of my refrigerator. I just rewatched Entourage season 3 last week and was going to try to download season 4, yet here it is at my finger tips.
2. Washington Capitals hockey. I am going to try to watch game 7 of their play off series against the Flyers with some locals. Root root root for the home team. I don’t follow hockey during the regular season, but I fucking love hockey, especially when my team has one of the best players of all time playing in his first ever playoff series. Go Alex! (Wait till you see the Miami Dolphins/ Alex Ovechkin Onion video that will be up in a few days.)
3. I came up with a photo project that is documenting my nascent sexuality from 1980-1999 using Polaroid film to document locations in my neighborhood growing up that make me extremely nostalgic for a time before I started getting blow jobs in night club bathrooms from total strangers who are fans of my site.

Anyway, I will be back soon, I just wanted you to know a few of the amazing thing that happened to me whist I have been in Virginia.

• A female cardinal flew into my parents house. That is the state bird of VA. I was awoken to the sounds of my mother screaming and I had to run down and save her from it. She was flipping out and I barely had time to get pants on. I just opened a door and waved a towel at it.
• I saw a man in DC wearing a leather jacket with plaid shorts. Seriously dude, what the fuck?
• I saw a man shaving whilst driving. He had his whole face covered with shaving cream and he was shaving and then wiping the razor on a towel. Seriously, that is not a joke. My friend Wistar, who has a blog as well, wrote about both me, the wedding we were at, and the shaving guy. So read that shit right now.

Lastly, I leave you with this photo I took of my dad who I am visiting at the moment… click it to see a video of pretty much exactly what my experience in VA is like hanging out with my dad and his friends.

Whilst I did not accomplish my goal of getting the photos from last weeks Trash photobooth up today I did accomplish everything else on my list, which I have to say is a great success.  After barely moving for three days, I stayed up for 30 straight hours and was extremely productive.  I even had time to see a movie involving that guy from Bill And Ted and that guy from the Crying Game doing something involving lots of guns.  I have to admit I was pretty tired when I saw it and I don’t actually remember what it was called… but there were a lot of racial slurs.

Anyway, I am in a much better mood now, but extremely tired, which means I am not going to go out AGAIN.  This is becoming a habit, but on a positive note it is forcing me to come up with other things to blog about and I have received three emails praising my prose today, so that is appreciated… fuck I wish I didn’t have to spell check the word appreciate every single time I write it.  I got 11 rolls of film developed today.  They are all top secret, but only one roll did not come out and that was the roll that got exposed when my camera broke.

SPEAKING OF CAMERAS: IF ANYONE HAS A YASHICA T4, T4- SUPRA OR T5 THAT I CAN BORROW UNTIL I GET A NEW ONE PLEASE LET ME KNOW!! THANKS!

Sorry about that, I just need to stop taking all my photos with this:

Anyway, it is my only goal tomorrow to get the photobooth images up;  So until tomorrow…. Keep those links coming and watch out for snakes!

WARNING: This post is long winded, personal, and of no interest to anyone who is not obsessed with me. Please skip to the video at the end unless you really enjoy me ranting about my life. That being said, the video at the end is amazing. Now back to your regularly scheduled post:

Seriously, there is nothing really much to say about this video. I am pretty speechless… or maybe not:

I will say that I see videos on the internet all the time that really inspire me to waste huge amount of my time doing something ultimately meaningless, but amazing none the less. It sort of makes me think that I lack creativity. I wish I could me more inspired more often. Every since I got back from Texas, and especially since I got back from Florida I have been increasingly less motivated. I didn’t get out of bed all day yesterday. I think it is partly due to the fact that I had so much fun partying for a living that it is really horrifying to come back to no job and tons of shit to do and instead dealing with it I just sit in my house. Not that this is really any of your business, but I am always pretty open on this site. I recently went of anti-depressants for the first time in over a decade. Now, I don’t think I am any more depressed than I have been, but I have been very unmotivated and tired and stressed out. I am not sure if I should go back on them or not. Who knows? I have a lot of ideas in mind for this site, and things I want to accomplish in my life and none of them are getting done. I think I am just really stressed about not having a job for so long and finally having to get one. I know I keep saying that, but it is very hard to find a job that will allow me to keep doing my site and keep going out of town to shoot parties I actually get paid real money for. I want to make a living at this, and I have been for the past 6 months, but I have been steadily losing money and I am about to go into my savings account to pay for broken cameras and then I will be pretty much cashed out assuming I don’t get a job at Cochella or some big event soon.

Now I know I have been ranting and complaining about shit which I hate to do on this site. People don’t like to read it, and it turns them off to my site. It also makes me feel like this site is nothing more than a live journal or something, but it is reasonably therapeutic. I saw that video, and I keep thinking about motivation. Those kids had the motivation and desire to make the below amazing video despite what a complete and total waste of time it was. I had motivation when I managed the Gaskets, and I had motivation to do this site, but sometimes I just feel like I am just shitting out posts just so I can say I did my work for today. I think I should be working on a few great posts and have a separate page for the photos. Or something. I decided I wanted to do many posts a day because I thought that it would be easier than doing three big posts a week, and it is… but the problem is when I do a lot of posts, the really good ones are gone in a few days… and people don’t comment on posts and there is no discussion. I need to do something about that somehow…

Anyway, my last mention in this rant was about the Wire. I finished the series last night. It may be one of my favorite shows of all time. The last season was all about journalism, and it just made me really wish I shot photos for a newspaper. I wish I did documentary work. I got in photography to document the DC punk scene. I became a band photographer from that. I tried to document the drug culture I was around in high school because I loved photographers like Larry Clark and I was around this stuff, but photographing people doing extacy and smoking weed is not quite as visual as people shooting meth. So I just stuck to the band stuff until I got bored with that and just started shooting portraits of my friends… and of course naked people for sport. I never really considered myself an artist, and I never wanted to be. I don’t want to say anything about my work, I just wanted to capture what is around me. I wanted to shoot my friends because that’s what I was around. I shoot parties, cause I go to parties. But now I think, maybe I am just going to parties to take photos because I have this site. I am okay with that, I still have a lot of fun, and my work has gotten much better… but what now? I guess the point is I really regret not doing real documentary work. I mean, I can view this site as an account of down town NYC in the mid 2000’s, but I just wish I was out there telling a story and showing people something they can’t see on 10 different websites. I need to take inspiration from people like VBS and the Magnum photographers that I dreamed of being. Even when I just shot band I always dreamed of winning a Pulitzer, not shooting the cover of Rolling Stone. I just feel I have wasted a lot of time doing bullshit photography and I am not sure what I can do about it at this point. I guess I am just going to have to find some way to tell some story some how and get inspired by something.

And now that I wrote it all down maybe I will actually do it. These guys below did.

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I am having a fucking shitty day. I am going to try to get up one set of photos from Miami today and hopefully the rest tomorrow and Thursday. I have them all thumbed and watermarked and ready to go. I should never have let them sit around for this long, but right at the end of the trip some shit happened that sort of left a bad taste in my mouth. I don’t really want to talk about it, but I think it is probably resolved. Then today I have just had a horrible day, again for reasons I don’t want to talk about. I want to just go sleep my life away, but I got up and was slightly productive. My room is in shambles as I still have not unpacked from SXSW or WMC. I have like 10000000 things to do and I can’t seem to be bothered to do any of them. I never want to go out and shoot any more and I am just depressed I guess. I am sure I will be fine, I just gotta get past this bump. Today has just been extraordinarily shitty. I just need to take some deep breaths or something. Grrr…

And just for content sake this might be the most strangely impressive thing I have seen myspace post on their front page. Kill me now.

So I have been here for 2 days and slept less than 5 hours total.  I am sleeping on the floor for the next few days, not psyched about that.  It is only like 1 AM right now am I am going to try to sleep for a few hours in a bed before people come kick me onto the floor.  The hotel has house music blasting in the lobby though so any sleep will be tough.  Tomorrow I will party forever.  I have pretty much just shot people holding Vitamin Energy which is the energy drink made by the Vitamin Water folks.  I am not really a big energy drink fan, but they are better than others.  I am pretty much obsessed with Vitamin Water though.  Tomorrow will be more interesting I think.

I go to Miami every year to watch football, but I never go to South Beach or anything.  It is pretty interesting.   I have never seen so many hot girls that I am so uninterested in talking to.  I have zero to say to these girls.  So many fake boobs and blonde hair and tans.  It is pretty fun looking at them… and then walking away.  Everyone is so awful here.  Shirtless muscle bound dudes with blow outs abound.  So weird.  So gross.  Luckily everyone I have been hanging with are good people and I have a bunch of fun.

I had another piece of camera  equipment quit on me. This time my lens some how got jammed for no reason.  I had to buy a lens and drop almost $200 on a lens that is worse that the lens I have now.

I will try to get some photos up soon.  Here a completely random shot from the Club Monaco/Vitamin Energy event I shot today.