I've been neglecting my blog 7/19

So as one of my photo project begins to pick up, another begins to bog down. That another being this facetious blog of mine. Well let me begin by telling you about this project that has slowly begun to consume my everyday life (well that and work, lame friends, douchebags, guidos, and a multitude of other exterior sources).

It's a very cliched project that involves taking a photo of myself everyday for 365 days. Very vain some may argue, but I consider the project a challenge to my artistic talent as well as photography framing skills. I hope by the end of the year, I will have learned new things about myself as well as new things about photography. I've only completed 18 days worth so far, and I'm beginning to learn a lot about myself as well as various other styles of photography.

So this started July 1st 2010

I like this photo because it makes me look like a Korean pop star, and to be honest, Asian girls friend request me nonstop on Facebook. I have something to tell all those other Asian girls who will friend request me after I post this, I am NOT interested. I don't know why, I always found white European girls attractive and thats it. 

As this photo project progresses, I begin taking more artsier framed photos:

This photo was taken on my roof around 1A.M. when I was talking with my long lost friend Lindsey LaPlante. She was in the midst of cheering me up from woman wounds. Gah! Those are the worst wounds, wouldn't you agree?

This was one of my more recent ones, and a personal fave. My own coworker told me she loved it and demanded I print her a 2x4. I will of course charge her a professional courtesy of $19.99. Hey, isn't that what every TV scam charges people nowadays? This photo, however, features my new Chuck Taylor's and I am quite proud of them; I cannot wait to fuck them up for that good 'ol vintage look.

Until next time when I get bored at 3A.M. Toodles!

Pants are for Lame-O's - 6/9

So in efforts to step away from the city, I decided to head to the beach, Nantasket Beach to be precise. The weather wasn't even that great, so why go you ask, well it was for my friend Faith.

Yeah she's pretty goofy but she's great. One of the most optimistic people I know, regardless of how crappy things get. The only thing is that she used to live in Brockton with me, but now she lives down south, due to her parents. It's rather disappointing to be honest. This beach day was the last day I saw her before she went back.

As we sat around doing nothing, my friend Alex started singing some songs. Three guys randomly came by and attempted to seduce her, I'm not sure if it worked or not but thats really none of my business. We then hung out by the swings and just chilled and enjoyed the night sky. It was a peaceful night.

This is my asian friend Taylor, he's a jackass, enough said.

And the rest of the evening sort of faded away with everyone smiling...

Knights of the Round Table - 6/8

At the start of our friendship, all we did was smoke. And honestly, to this day, thats still much of what we do, now we just take interesting photos in the process.

There is this secret rock formation right behind my apartment. Everyone who lives by there knows exactly where it is, because that is where they play drunk kickball. But for those who stumbled upon this photo, just ask the mission hill kids, they'll gladly point you the way. But one warning, do not ask the one black guy walking a wolverine of a dog, he may or may not murder you.

Well as we finished this escapade, we started walking further down the street, something I never even bothered before because lets be serious, what the hell is there to do over there. To our surprise, there was a hospital, I believe it was for crazy people. So of course, Jesse and I had to venture inside, it was a must once we suspected it of being a mental facility. Of course when we snuck into the back, we saw police cars, mafia guys dropping off a body, and then a security guard questioning why we were there. I said photography! He said "LEAVE". On the way out, I did manage to take this photo however.

Isn't it bazaar? It's like DNA, but with skeleton like structure. Shortly afterwards, we found a small ember by the bushes and had to call the fire department to put it out, and of course when they came over, they stared at us like retards. And yup, that pretty much ended the night! Au revoir!

The Charles Part Deux - 6/7

So these are the rest of the photos. Enjoy, touch yourself, hairspray your puppy, I don't care, just look at the photos. These photos were taken in sequential order of the journey. Our destination was the pier to sit down and contemplate life, of course on the way, we took some photos.

 Starting point: MIT - End point: All the fuck way over there.

This was during the start of the 6-mile journey where we had to compete with another photographer for the better positioning of the street. He held up his tripod and had a look of "HEY! You youngin's better step off my turf or I'll... I'll... well I won't do anything since I'm a fragile old man holding a tripod, but I sure will give you a dirty look!" And sure enough... he did.

I persuaded my friend Jesse to stop and take some photos. I was rather disappointed though because as we got to this spot, I was hoping for little children. I came during the day one time and little kids were swinging left and right without any supervision! It was a dream-come-true, but to my dismay, I guess little kids don't swing by the Charles River at 11PM.... their loss.

This photo here is our destination photo. We sat on the pier, scared away two sexually driven lovers with our cameras, and then sat and smoked our night away. We sat, we talked, we sang, then we realized crap, we should take some photos. And that is exactly what we did. I wish the city skyscrapers came out sharper, but hey, with the crappy tripod I had, I wasn't too shocked.


That concludes my exciting journey that day. Further blogs will be posted when I am bored.

The start of an awful addiction - 6/7

Hey how's it going viewers that I have cleverly tricked into viewing my blog.

Today is the day that I start my very first blog. To be honest, the only reason I am creating this blog is to spite my friend's friend who has a blog of her own. Why you ask, well it's because she criticizes my photography as well as my friend's and honestly, her's is awful for it consists of "let me place my camera on auto, point-and-shoot, then bash other people's photography with no real knowledgeable criticism".

In light of that, attached is a photo of which my friend Jesse took of me at the Charles River where we walked a total of 6-miles because I stupidly forgot my keys by the pier furthest from my car.

What I hold in my hand isn't a military weapon or a ninja-sword, although it very well may be. It is in fact my old tripod which I have gracefully gifted to my friend Jesse in his efforts to further enjoy photography to his heart's content.


Now that my introduction is complete, click on the next post for a few other Charles River related photos.