I met this girl Juicy the other night and took naked photos of her and Bella Vendetta in of all places a bathroom.  She emailed me telling me that she was now obsessed with my website and wanted to make me fan signs.  I haven’t had a fan sign in a while so I am glad to have one.  I posted some more naked ones here including one where she pinned the sign to her lower stomach with piercing play pins.  Fun.  If anyone out there wants to do something funny, or get naked for a fan sign, I would be glad to post it and link it to whatever you want to plug.  Just email me the sign.  Cool.

And from Juicy’s email a short disclaimer:

OK these are awful and I’ve learned:
1. I make a face that makes my jaw look like a man’s
2. I need to find someone to take my picture for me

Don’t worry, I am sure I can find someone somewhere to take more naked photos of you…

I used to go to a lot of dance parties when I lived in Richmond, VA.  Since I moved to NYC Richmond’s best dance venue got shut down and became a bagel store.  Justin 5k and Rudy still put on parties at a bar called New York Deli.  I think it is sort of weird that the first party I have shot outside of NYC was at a New York themed place, but what can you expect.  They play better music in Richmond though.  Simon says get the fuck up.

I got to the party around 1:05AM and they turned the lights on at 1:25AM.  Frigging amazing.  Last call before 1:30?  That is insane.  Sometimes I think I underestimate how great NYC is and how cute the girls are.  Not that there aren’t one or two cute girls in VA…  It’s just not the same.  Also, as I was leaving the bar some guy fell onto his face and started bleeding everywhere and then just started running away but the ambulance caught him and I guess he is alright but he left a bunch of blood all over the place.  Fun.  Anyway, here are the photos I took in the 30 minutes I was there.

The Alphabet of Photoblogging is an A-Z 26 day long series about what to look for when doing nightlife photography and what to do to get your photo taken. For the rest of the alphabet and more info click here.

Cool hair makes for cool photos.  Got a mohawk?  I’ll take your photo.  Bright green hair?  I’ll take your photo?  Got myspace hair and look like you are in a shitty Warped Tour band?  I will probably avoid you like the plague.   Honestly I really appreciate bad hair cuts, and outrageous hair cuts.  You are talking to a guy who once had an orange mullet, but your awful scene-hair has to go.  You look like an asshole.  I saw a guy yesterday with absolutely the most douche bag looking hair cut and I went up to him and said “You look like you are in a band… that I would hate.”  In reality the crazier your hair is the more likely I will have a reason to take your photo, but is that so important?  Do you really need to get mocked on Blue States Lose again?  Do you need the attention that badly? Wouldn’t you just rather not look like an asshole?  Cut your hair, seriously.

PS. Ashely has amazing hair.

I went home to DC for Thanksgiving. After having a very nice dinner with 14 members or my family I met up with my ex-girlfriend Abby. We broke up in like 2001 and I haven’t been in a real relationship since. She is pretty much the only person I have ever loved… maybe. I am not sure. I’ve told two other people I loved them, but it wasn’t the same as with Abby. Anyway, I had not seen her in a really long time. We went to the Black Cat in DC and ran into one of her friends who was with this girl who may or may not have stolen my wallet in 2001. She said she didn’t, but she also called me a sleaze bag so who knows. Actually I am sure she didn’t actually steal it and I am pretty sure I don’t care anymore. She had a friend with her who lives in NYC and we have a lot of mutual friends. She had no idea what my site was though. Hmm…

Then they convinced me to go to some Goth night which I thought would be something good to photograph, but I was very wrong. It was dead and boring, but I talked to this nightlife photographer who had been taking photos at goth parties for at least a decade. I was pretty annoyed with the whole thing, but Abby made it up to me. When I was in high school I had 5 sexual goals. I don’t remember three of them, but I am sure they were pretty tame. I know one of them was having a three some. Anyway I had done them all except one. That was to spend the night with someone in the Americana Motel/Hotel. One of their signs says Motel, one says Hotel, and it is actually both. Half the rooms are inside and half are outside. It is a very weird pace. It had all these listings for churches and looks like something out of a horror movie. It is so creepy. They even carry the Washington Times. Anyway, Abby paid for a room for us. It was sweet. I stayed up watching horrible TV while she slept and it was freezing and then I took her to McDonald’s for McGriddles in the morning. So romantic. Anyway. That is that. Look at the photos I guess.

The Alphabet of Photoblogging is an A-Z 26 day long series about what to look for when doing nightlife photography and what to do to get your photo taken. For the rest of the alphabet and more info click here.

My biggest fear is that one day I am going to take some naked photos of an underage girl. Then I am going to go to jail and have to register as a sex offender. I keep meeting people all the time who are like “yeah I have been partying here since I was 14”. You know how scary that is? You have any idea how much trouble I could get into if I put up the wrong photo? I meet people in bars who are under 21 all the time, most of them are in college, but I am sure that high school kids are getting in too. Jesus that is scary. As a photoblogger you have to be insanely careful about these things. Check IDs maybe? How can you tell if bouncers can’t. If you find out you took some photos, DELETE THEM IMMEDIATELY. If rumors get out that you have photos your computer could get seized and you will go to jail even if you don’t put them up. I am not a lawyer and maybe you would get cut some slack since you took the photos in a bar, but yikes. Anyway, if you are under age, please, please pretty please, keep your clothes on, no matter how much we beg you to get naked in a bathroom. Thanks.

Happy Thanksgiving.  I am taking the day off.  Even on Thanksgiving there is always room for Jell-o.

The Alphabet of Photoblogging is an A-Z 26 day long series about what to look for when doing nightlife photography and what to do to get your photo taken. For the rest of the alphabet and more info click here.

When I first started taking pictures at parties I took a photo every time I saw people making out.  At some point I was working on a zine (which I still might do) and I was organizing photos and I found nearly 100 kissing photos in like 2 or 3 months.  That is insane.  Recently I have realized I never take that shot.  Although most people don’t mind you taking it, and some people love it, once out of every 10 couples you catch, absolutely flip out.  I do not come to parties to piss people off.  I come to parties to have fun.  If someone yells at me for taking their photo I almost always ruins my night.  I stop shooting well as soon as it happens.  I like kissing photos a lot but that is a dangerous shot to take.  Whenever I do take one, if it seems really appealing I immediately talk to the people, telling them how adorable I look and ask them to take another photo.  This way if they don’t want the photo up they have the chance to tell me without getting upset.  My favorite making out story was  when this guy came up to me and asked me to take a photo of his male friend.  He had this thick French accent and he said “Take a photo of my friend. We are not homosexuals, but sort of.” And then he proceeded to make out with his friend.  So, in summary, making out is good, pissing people off is bad.  Lesson learned.

I almost got into a fight last night.  Some guy grabbed my camera when I was trying to take a photo.  I just started screaming at him and almost punched him.  The thing is, I have noticed people are giving me a lot of shit recently.  I used to fight a lot.  That is not to say I am tough, I got beat up more than anything else, but I used to throw down when shit like this happend.  I don’t now for two reasons.  1. I am a grown man and I shouldn’t be fighting anymore.  2. I don’t want to break my camera.   I constantly have my camera in my right hand so I can’t throw a punch.  Recently I have found myself looking for places to put it in a fight.  This happened on Monday and twice last night.  I don’t know what is up.  People just don’t like party photographers for some reason.  But let it be known, I am about pushed to my limits these days, so watch out.  I am just looking for a reason to hurt myself.  Augh.  Here are the photos from Six Six Sick.

My computer works again!  Huzzah!  Thanks to the night shift at the 24 hour Mac store I got my computer fixed at 530AM just hours before I got on a bus headed to DC.  I am now home and I can now bring you the two updates that I missed in their full glories.  Thanks to 476ad for holding us over.

First we have the Drop Dead Gorgeous Finals from Beauty Bar on 11.18.07… over 200 photos.  I only put up 34 the other day.

Second we have M at Darkroom from 11.19.07.  I only posted 12 photos, here are a bunch more in high definition.