The white moth

I really am fascinated with moths, this one was was almost completely white, however against the yellowish paint and the warm fluorescent lights i couldn't exactly get the lighting i wanted, so i decided to screw with the color in photoshop.

I recently had photos taken by master photographer Adrian Buckmaster, and i have to say, he inspired me. I thought for sure i had dropped out of photography, keeping it merely as a part time hobby, and not venturing further into the art. But after seeing his work, and peering into his way of life, i think photography is something i want to grab a hold of again. This time with a more open mind.

I hope you like the photo, not that anyone reads this...

Ardella

My good Friend Tyler is a generous man, and an awesome thrower of after parties.

This is one of my favourite shots from the party.

August 2010

NYC

Protection

I think im starting to do better.

I hope it's not just a "phase".

Photo today: my windshield.

Intruder

I've been having strange sleeping habits lately.

Still no job. Im going to be out on the street pretty soon.

Photo taken at an abandon mental asylum, somewhere.

Whats wrong?

Why cant i commit to things?

Why cant i get done the things i need and want to get done?

Is it a chemical imbalance?

I could accomplish so much in so little time if i could only concentrate and commit.

Im intelligent, im creative, im clever, im talented, im good looking, and im fairly confidant in what I do. But i lack a good or even decent work ethic. I dont know how to manage my time or effort and in turn, i get nothing done.

Is it ADD?

Is it "just a phase"?

Is it just who I am?

Whatever it is, it needs to stop.

Photo, a piano.

Im sure IT once worked.

long time, no post

Im a waste in so many ways.

Photo, in my backyard.

Back

I'd like to first apologize for being a total slacker, i've been preoccupied with many other activities including designing the lights for a show my friend was producing. What a rigamaroll production that was.

Anyway.

So i just finished watching An American Crime with my biggest crush ever, Ellen Page. Quite a disturbing film i must say, powerful characters, moving music, and such an atmosphere, i almost felt filthy during the scene where Gertrude's ex was coming on to her in that musty, ill, poorly-lit living room.

Seriously, Ellen Page! I want to meet her one day, me and 14,940,852 others. =/ oh well. Maybe one day when im a rock star, I'll be cast in a movie to do a cameo because they have a scene where Ellen's character goes to a battle of the bands concert, and the band thats playing is just finishing up their set before Ellen's friend goes on to play the accordion. I'll be that drummer playing a solo in the out of focus upper left corner of the screen, and than again coming down the steps of the band shell with a crash symbol, past Ellen's friend as he goes on, again on the left side.

Am i a sad human being?

Anyway heres a photo.

It was very big and twice as angry. My face was probably about 4 inches away from it while i was taking macro shots. I can still smell the adrenaline coming off of this photo!