this is the bar i live next door to. when anyone visits, they ask if we can hear the music they play. the answer is yes, but it never bothers me except on “metal night.” sometimes, a band i like will play there, but i never go because the place is always full of hipsters (people much younger than me). i like to enjoy music in a setting that befits me and i figure it’s only a matter of time before there’s a sub pop cruise.
this is the new orleans holocaust memorial. those nine panels create ten distinct images when viewed from different angles. in this shot, i captured an expression of “human misery and absence of empathy and religious and moral values, including reverence for life itself” in case you didn’t pick up on that right away.
a little more than six months ago, i got a new camera - nothing fancy, just a canon point and shoot. i loved finding old rolls of film, getting them developed and being surprised by moments i’d forgotten so i planned to take as many photos as the memory card would hold before importing them. i haven’t used it as much as i thought i would. why bother when my phone provides instant gratification? tonight, i finally accomplished my goal. i took so many pictures of shit to list on ebay, i still have spots in my eyes from the cheap spotlights of my tabletop studio - sounds fancy, but you can make one or buy one on amazon for about the same price if you have better things to do. i don’t have a facebook anymore and you still haven’t joined my circle. i haven’t used this tumblr is over a year, but it seems like the best place for a vanity project. lucky you.
"i’m gonna tell my son to be a prophet of mistakes"