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.

I have never been much of a leg man myself, but for some reason I take a lot of pictures of girls legs.  Also, while I am completely freaked out by feet, I find myself shooting people’s shoes a lot.  Mostly rad sneakers or high heels.  I am not sure why that is, I guess it just makes for good photos.  Legs are sexy, and it is way creepier to snap someone’s stems, so to speak, than it is to shoot close up shots of their boobs or something.  Short skirts and even shorter shorts seem to be all the rage these days and it makes for quite a scene.  Dig it man.  Legs are where it’s at.  Unfortunately, it’s November and we are probably going to have to wait a few months before we get back to it.  Stockings just don’t cut it.   But if you do decide to brave the cold, just make sure someone with a camera notices, so you don’t freeze your ass off without even getting a myspace picture out of it.

So M at Darkroom happened again last night. I still don’t have a working computer so I can’t put up photos. Evidently I have to reinstall my OS from another computer. I tried my friend Johanna’s and it was too old. I tried my friend Adam’s but it was too new… I need to find a computer that is juuust right. So yeah, that is that. Last night was sort of fun. I spent a lot of time outside and I met a few new people. Some dude was being a complete prick to me for no reason and a bunch of people I don’t know got my back. One guy spit in his face and tried to fight him. That was nice. I was just trying to figure out what to do with my camera because of course if someone started a fight for me I would of course have to get his back. Fortunately perhaps the asshole left after he got spat on and all was right with the world again. Also, it came to my attention that I have been unfairly critical of Ruff Club in the past. So I would just like to say I am sorry to the promoters and djs of Ruff. You guys have a great party and just because I have had some shitty nights there does not mean the party sucks. My bad. Anyway, I uploaded the pictures to 476ad again. I only posted my favorites from the night, so if you don’t see yourself check back in a few days and I should have them up for real. If you DO see yourself, check back in a few days too because the images I post will be higher quality and will look so much better on your myspace page. Yup Yup.

Update: Here are the real photos.

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 moved to New York I had this sweet pencil thin mustache. The only problem was when I got here I realized that every single person in Williamsburg had one. I eventually cut it off and moved on with my life. I still miss it a little bit every day. The thing is, I party in Manhattan mostly and there are way less Mustaches to contend with. And since I still love a good ‘stache I love photographing them. If you look like Tom Selleck, John Waters, that dude from Gogol Bordello or that Hitler guy, I will take your photo. Mustaches make for great photos and great entertainment for all. Q: Who doesn’t want to see photos of mustaches? A: No one.

As a bonus treat, please download the greatest song ever written about Mustaches ever: Moustache by Sparks off their classic Angst In My Pants album.

My Mac is still broken. I think is funny. I bought a Mac so I would stop having to deal with my PC fucking up all the time, yet I have never been able to not turn it on before. My Mac is brain dead, yet my 4 year old PC at least functions well enough to do these mild updates. The problem is I can’t update my photo galleries without my Mac so I am just going to upload a few photos to my 476ad account. When I get my computer back I will reupload this gallery. So enjoy these best of photos from NYC Beauty Bar’s Drop Dead Gorgeous Finals. The over all winner Tali De’Mar and fan favorite Kristine4President get sent to Vegas to compete for Ms. Beauty Bar. Let’s hope a NY girl wins it all.

Click the winners for more photos.

Update: Here are the real photos.

Meet Kristy Tallman: Poet, Songwriter, Horror Author. She is a real Renaissance woman. She just added me to myspace. I didn’t recognize her so I decided to check her page out. 10 seconds later I had IMed 3 of my friends her myspace link. I got into two 30 minute conversations with people about how hilarious this woman is before I realized I needed to blog about her. I hate to just rag on a total stranger. At some point in my life it might have been much easier, like when I made a website making fun of progeria. I just didn’t think I had that in me anymore but I found a real gem here. This woman is amazing. This article is probably going to be about 10,000 words long and I still won’t even have scratched the surface of how funny her web presence is. Because of this I am going to take a little page break after this photo. So please stay with me, because this is going to be fun. And Kristy, I know you just Googled your name and found this… let me just say I am sorry, but you are too precious not to share with the world. I hope you sell some books because of it.

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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.

This was covered in X Is For X-Rated, but lets be reasonable, it is about a 50/50 shot that you are at my website because of the naked girls.  Other than parties or naked girls I can’t really think of anything to take photos of, so naked girls at parties are pretty much top shelf around here.  I will shoot a party just because someone is probably going to get naked and I want content.  I will shoot pretty much any one naked, no matter what they look like, what sex they are or how much they weigh (naked fat people = comic gold).  Be it drunk frat boys with their shirts off or go-go dancers in their underwear nudity makes for good photos.  I promise that if you want to be on the internet, the quickest way to do that is to get on the internet naked and everyone knows being naked on the internet is good for your social standing.  Just when you get drunk and show me your boobs, try not to email me telling me to take it down, that’s just depressing. Don’t get naked in the first place, I just can’t take the disappointment anymore.

Everything is broken.  I broke a lens on Wednesday.  I now don’t have a zoom lens wider than 28mm.  I normally shoot at around 24mm so that is going to change things up a bit.  If I was working, I could buy a new lens, but alas I am still jobless and making just less than I need to to survive.  If anyone has any ideas of how I can make like $200 dollars a week, let me know.  I broke my computer yesterday.  My friend Max said he would fix it tomorrow, but for the moment I can’t turn it on.  I am on my old one, but I can’t update my photo galleries on this one.  And it is sort of messing up my internet productivity.  And I am broken.  I was so tired yesterday I fell asleep during a movie for the FIRST time in my entire life.  I have NEVER done that.  I fell asleep during an adaptation these little kids did of Raiders Of The Lost Ark.  From what I saw it was amazing.  It was made from 1982-1988 or something.  They age during the film and everything.  There version was so close to the original it is sort of mind blowing.  I wish I could have stayed up.  Shortly after that I ate a gyro with way too much hot sauce and I had nothing to drink.  I just kept eating it faster and faster but I got to Houston and Essex and my mouth was on fire.  I thought the best solution would be to go to McDonald’s and get a milkshake.  I practically ran to Delancy St. and when I got there there were probably 10 employees working but no one was getting served.  Everyone was doing something else.  Eventually the manager, who was training someone, took the guys order in front of me and spent 10 minutes teaching this guy how to make a fucking McFlurry.  If anyone has ever been to the Delancy and Essex McDonald’s after 10 PM you know what kind of morons are working there.  I never should have ventured in, but I figured at 10:30PM it wasn’t late enough for them to stop doing anything and start hanging out.  But they had already closed off the back and people had started partying back there per normal late shift. The worst part is, I don’t even like McDonald’s, I just thought it would fix my burnt tongue.  Of course by the time I got my milkshake my mouth had cooled off.  Fucking bastards.  Although, that McDonald’s is my favorite after hours spot just so I can watch people get as pissed off as I was, only at 4AM they are way drunker and way funnier.

I know this rant is entirely pointless and far too long, but I do have one more thing on my mind.  That is this writers strike.  This thing is already fucking up my life in unexpected ways that I will not even get into now.  What I will get into is how scary it will be if they just start cranking out more reality television.  They could make some intelligent shows like Erol Morris’ short lived First Person, but I am sure it will just be more game shows and more spin offs of the Surreal Life.  I can’t wait until every channel is as exciting as VH1.  In reality show history nothing good has ever come from any of it with the obvious exception of that crazy lady who screamed about demons on Trading Spouses.  That was brilliant.  Otherwise, it is all bullshit.  If it weren’t for the last writers strike we wouldn’t have had all this crap and I probably wouldn’t know who Paris Hilton is, I would like Public Enemy and I would have had to think about which I would rather do: eat pig intestines or listen to Joe Rogan talk.

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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.

It seems that at nearly every party I go to there is one guy who is just far too old to be at a party, and I am not talking about Joey Nova.  I am not sure where they come from or what there deal is, but I rarely see them ever talking to anyone.  They just sip their drinks and hold up the wall.  I mean I am sure I am going to be 50 and at a bar, but at least I’ll still be hitting on 18 year old girls.  I always photograph these guys because it adds a different element to a party and I never get the chance to take photos of people over 30 so it is fun to get these old, some times creepy, guys.  I like them, and I’m glad they are around… Especially Old Joe who is constantly at Trash and a fan of my site and the old biker dude with the beard cause he never stop dances and you have to respect the hell out of that.

A Few Of My Favorite Things is a series that appears most weekends on Driven By Boredom. Each week I talk about three of my favorite things from a specific genre of film, music, or something else all together. Each favorite thing is accompanied by a video and a description of why it is one of my favorite things. Click here for more favorites.

So evidently my childhood hero Patrick Dempsey is on Grey’s Anatomy. I don’t know what that is, but I assume it is some sort of TV program that I have never watched because I am too cool for TV. Wait, no I am not that guy. I do own a TV, I don’t have cable or anything, but my roommate seems to watch Scrubs several times every night. I just have never seen Grey’s Anatomy nor do I know what it is about. What I do know is that in the early 90’s Patrick Dempsey was my idle. He was so nerdy yet so cool. In 1990’s I went to a new school and I got picked on a lot. I liked all these girls but I didn’t think I had a chance. Patrick Dempsey shouldn’t have had a chance either, but he was the nice guy and in the movies all the girls fell in love with him in the end after dumping their abusive jock boyfriend. Keep reading to relive my top three favorite coming of age stories of all time.
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