The Disposable

I see a lot of this kind of shit in 'art' school. Not all of it is shit. Much of it (the who and the when and the why matter, too, of course). I mean, the snap, you know, mattress against big blue eyes, with little regard to why / sans context / disposable camera / flash on camera. Trends, man...like the fucking female magazine world...I've been reading the same magazine since I was 13. Same applies to art trends, yes? Or maybe I'm just jealous because I haven't figured out how to light, yet...and strobe creates all these definitions/lines/borders that makes (darkroom) printing a dream. Also, outside of the color darkroom (where's the safe light, she says...), I see a lot of students fretting over the color of their shoes, when they shouldn't be wearing them in the first place...Like this photo maybe...monochrome, maybe a little magenta...but why even look at it? Why are we fine tuning it when it shouldn't even be looked at? No? Then again, LIKE I SHOULD BE TALKING...I spent an hour last (hungover) Sunday developing a roll of 3200 film I'd had since February only to switch the chemicals and emerge with nothing but the memory of snapping those 36 frames. Interestingly, I have NO clue what was on that roll...(memory / regret / forgetting / oblivion / history: discuss)...

If a roll of film gets destroyed in the forest, did you really live what was on those frames?

Black and White (No, Seriously)

I was standing against a black backdrop when a beautiful swan came into view. Swan, I said, halt, please lay your wings like so against this black back drop...Swan said why should I? I have to be paddling across a scenic setting in T Minus 10 minutes; tourists are depending on it. Swan, I said, you'll look much more beautiful like this. And that was enough.

Dáme La Mano

(Marissa / Emma)(Skirts and Sun)(Parks and Rites of Passage)(Crocusses and Crackers)(Hands and Hands)(Class and Culture)(Innocence and Females)(No difference / Complete difference)

Drama Queen Takes the G / Bed - Stuy

This is the cemetery where I'm burying the past 9 weeks of unproductivity and negative thought. Not ONE single image, people, not one.

Brown Crowns

Crown Heights, pre-taco, post-party-clean-up.

Me and You, Tu Madre y Tu Pri-ma, too...rollin' down the strip on vogues, scummin' up slammin' Cadillac dooooooooooors...yes.

Regarding Baby Birds...

...so rare...and so fine.
...if you've ever held a baby bird you know that you have to cup its whole body in one hand, letting it breathe, while stroking its chest quietly and safely with one light touch from the other hand...the difference between clutching something and holding something is the manner in which safety / a nest is implied and provided, or not.

Chloe is, among other things, an arteeeeeeeest with a steady hand, a sweet heart, an eye for the bold the baubled and the bespeckled, not to mention a nose for apple crisp aprons and toast...themes include: birds, owls, roosters and long, long lashes...

Chloe has been reading this lil' blog here since its inception and has provided sincere, heartfelt feedback (and praise...) during times when I thought I was just writing and posting into the wind...

Buildings Sky Flags

Another instance wherein I supposed my camara had color film in...nice light though! (on the building...)