+ i have a bad habit of leaving things on my bed and just pushing them to one side when it’s time to go to sleep. so last night when i passed out around 10pn, i shared a bed with 2 Vonnegut books, Dirty FOUND! Magazine, my work calendar and contract, a pair of oversized boxing gloves, a pack of black and white polaroid film, and a Darth Vader mask.
+ i have worn glasses since i was 8 years old, and blame them (and maybe a few other factors) for the decade and a half long awkward period that followed. as a result, i tend to feel and think i look far less attractive when i’m wearing them, and i am always taken aback when people tell me they like the way i look in them. HOWEVER, i love when other people (particularly girls i like) look good in glasses, so it’s totally a double standard for myself versus everyone else. i think it’s also partially because i think my eyes are the strong feature of my face, and my thick-ass lenses make them shrink and kinda disappear, so i feel like i’m not able to present myself at my best when i have them on.
+ i have had more than my fair share of sex, viewed unknown hours of pornography, and first-hand watched (and photographed) friends of mine fucking right in front of me, but a little while ago i witnessed an incredible yet fleeting act of intimacy that actually made me blush. i feel like describing it wouldn’t do it justice (and besides, some people might find it a little gross), but it was such a completely unabashed moment of two people who clearly love everything about each other, and can’t get enough of even the little things. like smells. like natural smells. like, even armpit smells. fuck, i’m blushing again.
+ i haven’t showered in days, and i keep putting it off because i convince myself i’m going to work out tomorrow morning and it doesn’t make sense to shower BEFORE i get sweaty and stinky… but then my sleep pattern gets fucked up and i end up not working out, but tell myself i will soon… so the shower keeps getting pushed back. i think i’m gonna go do that now though, so y’all don’t think i’m gross or something.
+ i sing showtunes from when i was in high school marching band when i’m in the shower sometimes. specifically “God Bless The Child” and “Danny Boy”. i don’t know all the words though, so i just sing the trumpet parts.
also, I Really Shouldn't Have To Say This, And Yet...
i love the positive feedback and “likes” and everything else, so i thank you to everyone who has found something to enjoy in my work.
for christ’s sake, people. there is NO need for comments regarding
-whether or not you would fuck someone in one of my pictures. i don’t care to hear it. the model probably doesn’t care. and it is never ever going to happen anyway, so can it, ok? fantasize all you want, but show some tact and keep it to yourself.
-shitty judgements about the model’s body, whether you think they are too fat, too skinny, too many tattoos or too anything else. i take pictures of people because i find them compelling and beautiful, not to give you a platform for your own physical superiority issues. i appreciate the reblogs, but not if they’re going to come with additional bullshit about how someone has a funny looking vagina or needs to eat a cheeseburger.
think you can handle that? i know it’s easy to toss off thoughtless comments when you see strangers on the internet, but these people aren’t strangers, they are my friends. not clients, not random stock images. they are people who opened themselves up and let me capture something about them. and i don’t like seeing people speaking disrespectfully of my friends. ok? ok.
thank you. enjoy what you see. find beauty everywhere.
i’m pretty nonplussed by the occult and all, but i just got Follower #666 so there’s that. i suppose i could do something with a virgin in honor of this unholy moment, but i don’t know any, and why start now?
Do you make a living off of your photography?
Do you know the girls you shoot personally or did they find you through ads or vice versa?
Just interested in knowing how you got to where your at.
i have only once been paid to take pictures for someone, and it was a musician in New York looking for some promotional pictures for flyers and to put on myspace. other than that, i make no money off my photography. i might sell some prints of some of my favorite pictures, but not yet. my actual make-a-living job is figure modelling, posing for art classes.
as it stands right now i’m almost entirely taking pictures of people i would consider my friends. sometimes we meet online, or through friends of friends (no taking out or looking at ads/listings, though), but i find i work best when i can get some sort of sense of the subject’s personality beforehand. that would probably be a lot harder if i was compelled to shoot strangers just because they paid me. i’d rather shoot someone who intrigues me but has no experience at all, than someone who considers herself a model but does nothing for me aesthetically.
So, I went in for an interview at this management firm the other day and they told me I need headshots and/or other professional pictures. You're a photographer and we're supposed to grab a beer one of these days, so I was wondering if you wanted to take some pictures for me. It's cool if you don't, but I figured I'd ask.
let’s do this. i’m not sure when i’ll be up in New York, but it could actually happen very soon. i have no plans for the next 9 days, really.