October 2011
6 posts
Failure is the fastest path to success.
I don’t want the models to look pretty. I want them looking like they are falling apart at the seams. Because really, most people are.
I’ve found the saddest people are also the funniest, and only those who understand complexity can communicate simplicity.
It took me a while to realize it, but family is not something that’s given to you. It’s something you create. It’s your lover, and your friends, and good books, and that place in the world where you just feel at peace. The notion of my biological connections actually being my family was optimistic at best. When you see the beautiful things around you for what they truly are, you...
Maybe a nap would improve my mood. Or maybe it won’t. Worth a shot.
Reality is whatever you are ballsy enough to create.
September 2011
7 posts
Morning is for reading social updates, assigning the day’s work, and responding to email correspondence. Daytime is for desk work, meetings, or shooting. Evening is for working out. Nighttime is for relaxation. Dinner with friends or a night in appreciating literature, film, or poetry.
Coffee throughout.
Photographic style and subject should be paired in unexpected ways.
When I shoot, I want my images to have touches of mystery. A blown out background, or no context of space at all, I believe is a powerful part of my work. That which is not clearly shown can be imagined as more beautiful than it really is.
Nothing charms the heart like an ex-lover getting fat.
By the time I go to bed tonight I will be pushing 48hours without sleep. This week has already been incredibly disconnected, but now I feel entirely out of my body. I’m watching my spirit spin around my room and my head is rocking back and forth. The twitch is back with a vengeance and its all I can do to not completely give in to the convolutions. I am weak for engaging with the mortals....
A traitor must be executed. I just have to decide which one to lead to the gallows.
All I want is for you to be half as understanding of my perspective as I am of yours.
August 2011
7 posts
At the end of the day, all you have is your life. Your possessions, your friends, your work, none of those things will take care of you. Only you can look out for you. The sooner I learn this the better.
I just want to walk away from the steaming pile of bullshit that is your world, but I’m filled with so much guilt. I’ve given you all so much power over me, and today I pay for it.
I know what I want. I know who I am in this reality. Then why do I cling to these thing I know are wrong for me? Am I really so insecure, so weak even, that I have to engage the mortals? I don’t need them. These interactions are destruction to my way of life.
I’m dwelling on the passage of time and the structure of life. I will not pick and choose from their system, so I must becomes stronger in my own.
Apparently everyone I know has the wrong impression of me.
I’ve never stiffled the absurd, because I learned at a young age I learned the absurd leads to the beautiful. My friends could confirm this. We’ll be in the supermarket together when suddenly I’m compelled to make a pyramid from the tomato soup cans, or go down an entire isle doing the moonwalk. I have to be true to my own expression at all times.
Some people have asked me about the poses represented in my work. “Did the model do that themselves or did you ask them to?” is a question I get a lot. Models have to do what I ask of them. So when I walk into a room, I go with my gut. If I were here alone what would I do? Well logically I would curl up under the Victorian couch with my head peaking out. Or I would see if that banister...