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Buy Knife Hits

Lou O’Bedlam has a new book of medium format hotness, titled Knife Hits. I even have my own spread. You should get yourself a copy, soon. Limited run of 150! This was one of the last shoots I did with blue hair. Back to black again, which means you need the book even more, of course.

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Camera go BOOM

Dear goo-haters whose comments didn’t get approved [mom, is that you?], I’ve decided you simply fear what you cannot understand and I want to help! You see, the goo was not really alien slime, no matter how badly we may wish it had been. Instead it was this mix from a science supply shop. Perfectly artificial and mixed in a bucket before my very eyes. As we move forth from this, try to understand that I enjoy posing for [and …

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SmallPhotoDepositForYou

Where you might observe that I mostly come out at night and don’t care about focus as much as I probably should. I need a zoom lens. Tumult over Bergamot Station Wet pavement Sunday At the beginning of this year I was going to try to be part of the 365 project – the one that requires 1 daily self portrait for one year. It turned out to be more time consuming than I could commit to. In any case, …

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My Morning In Pictures

This morning I had a shoot with one of my favorite photographers, Lou O’ Bedlam. We traveled to the wilds of Beverly Hills for a bit of nature and a lot of mosquitoes. What’s a little bloodshed in the name of art, right? Lou mostly shot medium format film but we did get a few Polaroids, see. Between this, Friday’s slumber party and the Jules Verne Festival at the Edison last night, it’s been a weekend well-spent. By the way, …

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Tequila Sunrise

This weekend I took part in a mini slumber party at the Castle. Lumi, MarZ and I listened to our old companion Sol Invictus, drank mango margaritas and pored over the Codex Seraphinianus in bed. I’m convinced this needs to become a tradition and am willing to host the next one. There are several reasons I prefer drinking Tequila when I do drink. One is the almost fevered energy levels the morning after. We woke just in time to watch …

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It Lives

I’ve gone 100% into Mission Mode. Apologies for lack of contact, posts, outfit photos, etc. I got distracted while photographing a sketch a few minutes ago, so here is a little something. I’m alive. Alive. Realized that my home base is pretty damn goth when I thought about decorating for Halloween. Short of filling this place with blood, there is  nothing that can be done! More. WW1 postcards I found in a tiny thrift shop in Paris, jar of cicadas, …

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Vital Signs

There is, sometimes, a compulsion to write as a way of collecting, organizing. At the present, however, I am preoccupied with too much and that means you only get photos, this time. Proof of life, some indication that things happened and they happened well and by the whiskers of Einstein there are more things on the way. I went to New York and saw many, many beautiful people, sparkling jewels, towering wigs and elaborate costumes. I photographed just when I …

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Here, there and everywhere

I’ve spent the past two weekends away and suddenly have an overabundance of images to shove your way, before they recess into the Flickr void. As I shake the last bits of sand from my hair and photos from this weekend download, here are some favorites from the most recent San Francisco excursion, all clickable for embiggening. First, a tiny dog I met in Berkley. His name is Punk Rock, though we may never know why. Stopped briefly at its …

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The proud elegance of the female nude.

For the past year or so I’ve been professionally photographing naked ladies. It’s been a rewarding adventure – I’ve learned my way around the girl geometry and can now capture its best assets with laser precision. My subjects have been nymphets, goddesses, warriors. However, sometimes, they’re just filthy harpies.

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Surge

The wind is making me uneasy again. It’s not anything specific so much as a general sense of unrest. A hyper-awareness, sensitivity verging on anxiety. It’s not the accident, either – this actually started weeks prior. Something’s brewing, bubbling to the surface. The wind tastes like smoke, jasmine and electricity.

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