YO GEMM... WHERE YOU BEEN??
Think Pink
Vogue Italia April 2005
Photographer: Steven Meisel
Model: Gemma Ward
Here is the trailer for The Black Balloon which featured Toni Colette (The United States of Tara) and Gemma Ward:
Saturday, February 28, 2009
THINK PINK
YO GEMM... WHERE YOU BEEN??
Think Pink
Vogue Italia April 2005
Photographer: Steven Meisel
Model: Gemma Ward
Here is the trailer for The Black Balloon which featured Toni Colette (The United States of Tara) and Gemma Ward:
Friday, February 27, 2009
HERE WE GO YO
HERE WE GO YO
SO WHAT SO WHAT SO WHAT'S THE SCENARIO?
The first of the Coachella party fliers to cross my screen. Mmm... Can anyone else taste it? Taste good don't it?
Thursday, February 26, 2009
TRANCOSO-BRASILE 20/11/08
Magazine: Marie Claire Italia March 2009
Editorial: Trancoso – Brasile 20/11/2008
Photographer: David Bellemere
Models: Tiiu Kuik & Michelle Buswe
Certainly one of the best editorials I've viewed in a while. The warm color tones and the film feel make the photographs so calming while carrying so much emotion at the same time. One key component to photographs I scout for is emotion. I measure the amount of emotion I personally feel and the level of connection I feel to the photograph and the subjects. You can have the elaborate sets and the gorgeous models, but if you cannot create a connection between the viewer and to the subject and its environment...
Editorial: Trancoso – Brasile 20/11/2008
Photographer: David Bellemere
Models: Tiiu Kuik & Michelle Buswe
Certainly one of the best editorials I've viewed in a while. The warm color tones and the film feel make the photographs so calming while carrying so much emotion at the same time. One key component to photographs I scout for is emotion. I measure the amount of emotion I personally feel and the level of connection I feel to the photograph and the subjects. You can have the elaborate sets and the gorgeous models, but if you cannot create a connection between the viewer and to the subject and its environment...
On Repeat
I still feel reservation about what to post. I'm just going to let it slide off my fingers.
In a disgusting and habitual manner, I have played a song 47 times. While not unusual at first, the fact is, I had my first listen just earlier today.
So I shall share it:
Yazoo- State Farm
Where have I been lately? Have I been away from a computer? No. I'm still here, still inside a straitjacket woven from my thoughts.
From what little opinion and comment I used to post to compliment a subject or topic I was sharing, I now have no voice, just a finger pointing at a subject.
I now go to bed before 1am which is quite the drastic change for a naturally nocturnal being like myself. I am working on my fitness... he's my witness. I am back on the bike which changes... almost everything? I now go to bed early, I sleep at least 9 hours a night, I don't wait until 5pm to consume liquid or food and I am now eating like my other side, because I am on my other side. Like a pancake that has flipped, so have I. My goal is to gain 5lbs and to be in competitive form. I have strayed away from alcohol and I now consume an almost all organic diet. Things are looking up on this side of the grass, but not so much on the other side.
Notice anything? No photographs. Neither mine or others have recently surfaced here on this oh-so-fine blog of mine. What does that mean? A lot. It means a lot that needs simply to change and reconfigure.
I think I'm going to make this vessel of communication a more personal one which goes somewhat along the lines of why it was created. I get A LOT of alone time. With relocating came the absence of friends to communicate the things you want to communicate to. I haven't spoken to anyone face to face other than a waitress or someone like that since Sunday. I live alone in a depressing studio apartment in a depressing section of Clarion Alley.
You know, I've always known I was weird. I've been thinking deeper and heavier on it and realize how much is suppressed. I rode my bicycle on Monday for over 5 hours. I rode through forest and rain, countryside and city. I spoke to farm animals, myself, rapped, beatboxed, whistled Kanye West, spoke to my surroundings (blades of grass) and quoted Denzel Washington- "King Kong ain't got shit on me" in a very loud and... loud voice. My point I am trying so hard to reach, is that there aren't many people that really understand me. But the ones that do, I love the shit out of them. Regardless if they are or are not like me, as long as they understand me, that is all I need. And for the ones that do not understand me or have yet to, I don't think you'll matter much until you do.
Photos from the amazing ride I did Monday:
Some 30 miles away from SF near Nicasio.
On my way back... Somewhere between Mill Valley and Sausalito
I am on Twitter now and I am following: Lance Armstrong, Johan Bruyneel (Lance's coach), Levi Leipheimer (cyclist), Rainn Wilson, Robin Williams (he rides with Lance), Tina Fey, Shaquille O'Neal, Bone Meryl and Alyjaa.
I really need a tiny take-with-me-anywhere digital camera... and a Canon 5D Mark II.
The song is on 56 plays now... and it hasn't counted the plays on it at the gym.
Goodnight.
Oh... and here's my favorite photographs this week from last week's Tour of California:
NO ONE HARASSES LANCE AND GETS AWAY WITH IT. NOTICE THE SMILES FROM THE RIDERS IN THE REAR.
and here's my favorite video:
MUST. SEE. THIS.
Enjoy.
In a disgusting and habitual manner, I have played a song 47 times. While not unusual at first, the fact is, I had my first listen just earlier today.
So I shall share it:
Yazoo- State Farm
Where have I been lately? Have I been away from a computer? No. I'm still here, still inside a straitjacket woven from my thoughts.
From what little opinion and comment I used to post to compliment a subject or topic I was sharing, I now have no voice, just a finger pointing at a subject.
I now go to bed before 1am which is quite the drastic change for a naturally nocturnal being like myself. I am working on my fitness... he's my witness. I am back on the bike which changes... almost everything? I now go to bed early, I sleep at least 9 hours a night, I don't wait until 5pm to consume liquid or food and I am now eating like my other side, because I am on my other side. Like a pancake that has flipped, so have I. My goal is to gain 5lbs and to be in competitive form. I have strayed away from alcohol and I now consume an almost all organic diet. Things are looking up on this side of the grass, but not so much on the other side.
Notice anything? No photographs. Neither mine or others have recently surfaced here on this oh-so-fine blog of mine. What does that mean? A lot. It means a lot that needs simply to change and reconfigure.
I think I'm going to make this vessel of communication a more personal one which goes somewhat along the lines of why it was created. I get A LOT of alone time. With relocating came the absence of friends to communicate the things you want to communicate to. I haven't spoken to anyone face to face other than a waitress or someone like that since Sunday. I live alone in a depressing studio apartment in a depressing section of Clarion Alley.
You know, I've always known I was weird. I've been thinking deeper and heavier on it and realize how much is suppressed. I rode my bicycle on Monday for over 5 hours. I rode through forest and rain, countryside and city. I spoke to farm animals, myself, rapped, beatboxed, whistled Kanye West, spoke to my surroundings (blades of grass) and quoted Denzel Washington- "King Kong ain't got shit on me" in a very loud and... loud voice. My point I am trying so hard to reach, is that there aren't many people that really understand me. But the ones that do, I love the shit out of them. Regardless if they are or are not like me, as long as they understand me, that is all I need. And for the ones that do not understand me or have yet to, I don't think you'll matter much until you do.
Photos from the amazing ride I did Monday:
Some 30 miles away from SF near Nicasio.
On my way back... Somewhere between Mill Valley and Sausalito
I am on Twitter now and I am following: Lance Armstrong, Johan Bruyneel (Lance's coach), Levi Leipheimer (cyclist), Rainn Wilson, Robin Williams (he rides with Lance), Tina Fey, Shaquille O'Neal, Bone Meryl and Alyjaa.
I really need a tiny take-with-me-anywhere digital camera... and a Canon 5D Mark II.
The song is on 56 plays now... and it hasn't counted the plays on it at the gym.
Goodnight.
Oh... and here's my favorite photographs this week from last week's Tour of California:
NO ONE HARASSES LANCE AND GETS AWAY WITH IT. NOTICE THE SMILES FROM THE RIDERS IN THE REAR.
and here's my favorite video:
MUST. SEE. THIS.
Enjoy.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Rony's Photoshow
111 Minna
San Francisco, CA
Saturday, February 28th 7-9PM
DJ Skeet Skeet
Crazy 80's Afterparty
WE CANNOT BE DESTROYED
Shotwell
36 Geary St.
San Francisco, CA 94108
Thursday, March 5th 5-9PM
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Gas Chamber
Today, I passed a man exiting the elevator just as I was walking in to become the sole occupant of the elevator.
Little did I know, I had just walked into a Holocaust gas chamber.
Little did I know, the man that had exited launched a foul gas attack that was raunchy and full of methane gas.
I was moving slowly through time for those three floors.
Time moved very, very, very, slow.
I cursed and shook my head.
"Dirty mother fucker" I muttered to myself repeatedly.
Little did I know, I had just walked into a Holocaust gas chamber.
Little did I know, the man that had exited launched a foul gas attack that was raunchy and full of methane gas.
I was moving slowly through time for those three floors.
Time moved very, very, very, slow.
I cursed and shook my head.
"Dirty mother fucker" I muttered to myself repeatedly.
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