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CAVA.Au - RR vs. D
on monday i will be photographing luke and dana of the band Au. our concept is pretty epic and out there, it will definitely be a challenge on my part, but i am greatly looking forward to it as it will be something completely different. if you havent listened to them before, i highly recommend them to you. they will be releasing a new EP soon and will be on tour in oslo, bergen, stavanger, brighten, london, wiltshire, utrecht, tilburg, and dunkerque in september.
if you live in portland or are visiting anytime soon, my photographs will be displayed at Acme Coffee Co. (SE Hawthorne & 40th) until the beginning of august. there are prints for sale there and the cafe itself is a piece of art, i promise that you will adore the atmosphere of the cafe. i ride down to the cafe at least a few times a week.
five minute photoshoot with my friends, floridians. if you live in portland, you should try and come to their show tomorrow night (thursday) at dunes.
mark made this photograph of me and diablo the other day when he came through portland on his way back home to california. i look pretty silly, but i do like the photograph and i am anxious to see the rest :)
mark and i have been friends through flickr for a couple of years now. he has mailed me holiday postcards, we talked on the phone, we criticized and complimented eachothers photographs, and he has even purchased prints from me. for the past month he has been on a cross country road trip and today he made it through portland so that we could meet up and make some photographs. it is easy to be yourself around mark, he is very straight forward but kind and gentle at the same time. i loved talking with him, hearing his stories, being photographed by him and photographing him. as soon as i turned around to grab my camera mark secretly put a clown nose on. i think this photograph shows marks personality pretty well, or at least how i see him.
The rage and self-loathing associated with hipsters has become more annoying, more naive, and more artificial than hipsters could ever hope to be.
After all, in the rubble of this fury, what remains for artists and bohemians who are legitimately trying to be part of a counterculture? You get the sense that if Jimi Hendrix were to show up in Echo Park today, he’d be publicly mocked in a style section piece on blipsters for wearing a feathered fedora. Duchamp would have given up as soon as he appeared on dadaist-or-douchebag.com. And Warhol would be demonized as a hipster gentrifier for setting up his factory in a Brooklyn warehouse. Critics continue to complain that we live in an era where all art is derivative and devoid of substance. But if Hendrix, Duchamp, or Warhol were alive today, we’d be doing our damnedest to derail their self-expression, dismissing them as fucking hipsters.
"— Look at This Fucking Hipster Basher by Robert Lanham - The Morning News (via turkeydinner)
lately i have been receiving emails from people that do not agree with the way they perceive that i live my life, whether it be about the fact that i applied for food stamps, my unemployment situation, my nude portraits, or whathaveyou. i am not going to justify or defend my actions, i feel absolutely no need to do so. i am not going to tell you how much you need to learn about empathy, being understanding, or even being open minded, that is your life and your choice. what i am going to say is that no matter what, no matter who you are or who you think you are, you have absolutely no right to judge me or anyone else by what you think you know of them based on the small amount of information that they share about themselves with the public, whether you think you know them personally or they are someone you simply know of. no matter how similar of a situation you have been in, you do not know what they have gone through or are going through. whether poor or wealthy, unknown or well known, ill or healthy, no one has a perfectly “easy life.” everyone goes through hardships, everyone makes mistakes, everyone deserves at least a little common decency. if you spend the amount of time that you talk shit about others or tried to bring others down through emails, messages, or to their face by instead listening to people or at least hoping that they will learn from what you think are their mistakes, you might notice that everyone has a reason for what they do. spend time learning from your own mistakes and try being that person that you think is a “good” person and listening to people instead of blabbing on about yourself.
i make mistakes, i in no way think that i am more deserving of things than anyone else. i try my best to learn from my mistakes, that is why i am out here living and doing what i do. i have my own reasons and my own hardships. i am grateful for every single thing that i have, whether i worked my ass off for it or it was given to me. if what i have to say or do bothers you in any way then simply do not read my blog or pretend to be my friend or anything of the sort. you have the ability to simply ignore me, and i am okay with that. i understand that some people just don’t like eating pears and might not ever like them, but if you don’t like eating pears the least you could do is recognize that there are people out there that list pears as their favourite fruit and maybe even try listening to why they love them so much. it doesnt mean you have to start eating pears after they voice their opinion, but at least you know why they like them so much.
forty dollars to my name. resumes and cover letters. three cigarettes and free clothes from a friend. selling my belongings. cloudy weather. a piece of toast and a cup of tea. food stamps. bad allergies or a cold, or a combination of both. loneliness. figuring things out. i’m still alive. live.
