tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19644990486065255422024-03-05T21:51:46.219-08:00Painted Lips, Dirty KneesPrecocious slob turned traveling modelFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-7744411939073248892014-03-18T19:08:00.002-07:002014-03-18T19:08:38.132-07:00Guess who's in Australia?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Adrian Carmody, Melbourne, VIC</td></tr>
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<br />FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-9243275912404679822014-03-08T01:11:00.003-08:002014-03-08T01:11:41.615-08:00Oz-Bound!Writing this from Ko Tao, Thailand, after an amazing couple of months of playtime [and a few rather hard-won lessons].<br />
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Originally I was planning on returning to the States in early Spring and ending my hiatus at that time...but I was recently given the option to head to Australia first on a next-to-nothing ticket with next-to-no-notice, to stay with an amazing community of Burners in Melbourne.<br />
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Of course, as is my S.O.P. when faced with an option to explore the unfamiliar, I jumped on this.<br />
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I've heard squillions of good things about the photographer/model community in Australia, and am really excited to start networking and working and goofing off with those of you down under.<br />
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Outline:<br />
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Though I've begun booking already, given how short-notice my arrival will be, I'm planning on spending <i>at least</i> the first week or two in Melbourne to get my bearings, and make my itinerary for the rest of Australia. It'll be a mellow-ish start, but it's during this time that I'm hoping to work with people in Melbourne. 8]<br />
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After that, I plan to head up the east coast on a somewhat faster-paced tour. I may be open to heading to more out-of-the-way spots like Perth with sufficient bookings.FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-65518157267532176462014-01-15T14:26:00.001-08:002014-03-09T23:46:42.909-07:00Thailand, ho!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn6oTFG4lRVg1Yzu-Las-kGkRQYEYs9NRuiOxV-M9MAciIho0-ub_0ibkV5Li08JxTQWl6Pcfg6wkphsQm5HmaxxbyubfnC7B0oLMCvFPO6XfAG3YybBGppxC1Y3AuVyOFLJvKkpdo3K07/s1600/JonathanPorterA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn6oTFG4lRVg1Yzu-Las-kGkRQYEYs9NRuiOxV-M9MAciIho0-ub_0ibkV5Li08JxTQWl6Pcfg6wkphsQm5HmaxxbyubfnC7B0oLMCvFPO6XfAG3YybBGppxC1Y3AuVyOFLJvKkpdo3K07/s1600/JonathanPorterA.jpg" height="320" width="208" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">Jonathan Porter, CA</td></tr>
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Since I'm going away, here are a few concessionary "brb" photos.<br /><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christopher Lee Donovan, NH</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Groggy-morning candid by LD in Oakland. Not very "model"-esque...but I like it.</td></tr>
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This shall be my last update until my return to modeling [which will be sometime between two months from now and whenever].<br />
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For those interested in working with me in Southeast Asia, feel free to get in touch, and we'll try to work something out, because modeling in SEA would be almost excessively awesome.<br />
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However, please keep in mind that <i>I will not be actively promoting myself as a model at this time</i>, and that my Internet access may be spotty. FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-23683196521409903112013-10-17T19:50:00.002-07:002014-03-09T23:43:42.043-07:00Still in the throes......of some non-modeling-related nonsense [it's good nonsense, though]. Updates will be thin until I get back on the wagon. 8]<br />
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Here's some more of my modeling-related nonsense, in the meantime:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bill Durgin, NY, 2013</td></tr>
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<br />FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-54037069991845700412013-09-25T18:52:00.003-07:002014-03-09T23:47:59.493-07:00At long last!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harlemphoto, NY, 2013</td></tr>
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Checking back to let you know I'm still alive--but in a remote area. Stay tuned.FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-86073888983613869532013-09-05T13:51:00.000-07:002014-03-09T23:49:29.243-07:00][][][<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">vkphotography, NY, 2013</td></tr>
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FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-89409867354697472952013-08-19T13:51:00.001-07:002014-03-09T23:51:56.958-07:00Off to the playa!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT8oehdIvLazQBqmYciDgmfF3mY1Wn5XO99UlWoyq24554cBX29Ebj_H4okEZ_WRru2T6mI36fjwFitYhZvuqLAR3W16Yg8gp2eRRAX50r-t3PhM1W_7ETXXtFICbvSxo2hjEnr8_C08DI/s1600/BM2012m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT8oehdIvLazQBqmYciDgmfF3mY1Wn5XO99UlWoyq24554cBX29Ebj_H4okEZ_WRru2T6mI36fjwFitYhZvuqLAR3W16Yg8gp2eRRAX50r-t3PhM1W_7ETXXtFICbvSxo2hjEnr8_C08DI/s320/BM2012m.jpg" height="212" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">with Meghan at Burning Man, 2012</td></tr>
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FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-39931606050454807742013-08-15T12:21:00.000-07:002014-03-09T23:51:38.823-07:00Turns out, I've got a real knack for plumbing<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin Lane, NY, 2013</td></tr>
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Just one of the things I've been learning over this summer, while building Skyler's Escapade [i.e., a hugely ambitious five-man--or, well, four-man-one-woman--pyrotechnics project for Burning Man].FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-26893486098279774872013-08-12T12:21:00.000-07:002014-03-09T23:56:49.031-07:00Flowing<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bob Freund, MA, 2013</td></tr>
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I no longer have the bracelet in that photo, so I'm glad it's been well-documented. It was woven onto my wrist at last year's Burning Man [my first].<br />
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It's amazing how much that one unexpected event has rerouted my life. I never had any interest in going to Burning Man, and then, when offered the chance to go completely for free [and with all amenities and food provided], I told myself I wasn't going to become one of <i>those</i> who "go to Burning Man".<br />
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Granted, I think I've done a good job keeping the rest of the year full of aspiration and movement, rather than dwelling in nostalgia or anticipation. However, much of my adventures in the last year have been a direct result of my experience at Burning Man and the friends I made while there.<br />
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For example, guess where I am now?<br />
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In a part of Northern California I'd never before ventured to go.<br />
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Why?<br />
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Because I'm learning pyrotechnics and building huge fire effects that will sit sixty-five feet in the air and shoot flames an additional twenty feet higher. I've been reacquainting myself with old skills [some basic metalworking] and acquiring new ones [like plumbing], and keeping company with some hilarious characters. Plus some other side adventures: today, a precocious nine-year-old girl taught me all about the herbs in the community garden across the street, and we picked some and brewed a huge vat of tea for everyone.<br />
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I've been sleeping in the warehouse/studio [alternately on a mattress in a loft, and in a gorgeous handmade teardrop camper made by one of the guys here], waking late, then working late into the night. It's been six days, and eight days ago, I was helping to coordinate a beautiful desert event in Nevada and had no idea that I was going to be coming here.<br />
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Back to <i>modeling</i>, though:<br />
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In the last few days I've gotten some really encouraging correspondence and am realizing that I miss it. More than I expected to, I mean. Modeling's been the one constant element in my ever-changing adult life--my primary anchor since I first endeavored to leave the place I grew up calling home. While I'm fully committed to other projects this year...you bet your asses I'll be back.FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-6874113204853130322013-08-05T13:11:00.000-07:002013-08-05T13:11:00.676-07:00And the living is easy...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">LD Out of Focus, CA, 2013</td></tr>
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It's a shame I can't discuss a lot of how I've been spending my summer on this blog, as I've been pretty excited about it.<br />
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A lot of it is very personal stuff. Of course, I've never been deterred from rambling about my personal life to an extent, but I've got to draw my own lines, too.<br />
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A relatively PC overview of a few ways I've been spending my time:<br />
--Hanging out at an incredible artists' and builders' space out west [a huge warehouse-turned-psychedelic-industrial-arts-workshop...and a lot more] donated by a wealthy benefactor, so that people with ideas and drive can use the space and resources for free to make large-scale art projects, generally for Burning Man. Here, I've been learning/practicing a multitude of skills. For instance: forging metal, spinning fire staff, and laser-etching. <br />
--Cooling off at the river--doing everything from jumping off 40-foot bridges to learning how to fish for the first time.<br />
--Infusing my own herbal cordials and other witchy homebody-esque things.<br />
--Working several festivals and immersing myself into that scene for the first time. It's been an interesting experiment. <br />
--Seeing my sister off as she heads to study abroad for a year in Shanghai by going trapezing together.<br />
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Through it all, I've still managed to do a few photo shoots--there isn't much of a model/photographer scene in this part of the country, but I've stumbled into a few gigs here nonetheless, all positive experiences. 8]FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-42119297810732072562013-08-01T15:33:00.000-07:002013-08-01T15:33:00.264-07:00Reemerging<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Andrew Kaiser, OR, 2013</td></tr>
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Lately it's tough to write about anything pertinent to modeling, seeing as I'm mostly on hiatus. I've had a couple local shoots with photographers who've solicited me--but active self-promotion's pretty much on a standstill until my tour in the fall, which, I suppose, isn't so far away now...<br />
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Pretty soon I'm going to have to come out of the woodwork. Looking forward to it. Going to be hitting some never-before-visited cities. 8]FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-23689566462723138622013-07-29T12:21:00.001-07:002013-07-29T12:21:00.382-07:00If you're going to try...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">candid photo of me taken by an old [milestone]; running across the Utahn salt flats</td></tr>
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<span style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">...go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">--Charles Bukowski, <i>Factotum</i></span></span>
FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-74886247765129397012013-07-25T00:21:00.000-07:002013-07-25T00:21:00.125-07:00Number Fifteen...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin Lane, NY, 2013</td></tr>
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...of the Principle Doctrines of Epicurus:<br />
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"The wealth required by nature is limited and is easy to procure, but the wealth required by vain ideals extends to infinity."FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-63870598671539157012013-07-22T15:02:00.000-07:002013-07-22T15:02:00.805-07:00And now for something completely different.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO8EmH3mYoAUwXe6uaOaYMzb_wm41Yh5y3y5elWuil4Omfv2N2Hj5TuAnzKTL4ng9JCWcR_esFs4HTP5pyiJiuyA3KuQLF4U0OSM2vieNfERpfKsQgtgIhRXlwy71kFe5qRG294KAjwfRe/s1600/BobVint.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO8EmH3mYoAUwXe6uaOaYMzb_wm41Yh5y3y5elWuil4Omfv2N2Hj5TuAnzKTL4ng9JCWcR_esFs4HTP5pyiJiuyA3KuQLF4U0OSM2vieNfERpfKsQgtgIhRXlwy71kFe5qRG294KAjwfRe/s320/BobVint.jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bob Freund, MA, 2013</td></tr>
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<br />FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-34246846229529636702013-07-18T14:54:00.000-07:002013-07-18T14:54:00.342-07:00Idiosyncracies<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJsG1NTPVaTptXCRTVUWafjrCOMQP82xAzEVm4XF71UkB-pYp_41l1rGC8IHQwCCZ9vqMvQ59jiqsjLhYiMrmqVZp_7sdXe3UjG8BIIZnCQs1tGbxPaK6-48dGhzuXnN8wSTrvBFUX4_30/s1600/4e18d490a896e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJsG1NTPVaTptXCRTVUWafjrCOMQP82xAzEVm4XF71UkB-pYp_41l1rGC8IHQwCCZ9vqMvQ59jiqsjLhYiMrmqVZp_7sdXe3UjG8BIIZnCQs1tGbxPaK6-48dGhzuXnN8wSTrvBFUX4_30/s320/4e18d490a896e.jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">BAC Art, NY</td></tr>
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I like photos like this--ones that have a hidden bit of backstory.<br />
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In the case of this one, take a look at my thumbnail: that jaggedy bit is a leftover from this one time I was riding a very fast little scooter and ripped part of my nail off during a very awesome day. 8]FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-39142098185814895662013-07-15T14:57:00.000-07:002013-07-15T14:57:00.096-07:00Love is a verb<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0xnnS3PpfyBm1JXWcSScqNrJyJI540CiIdnqejzPHh-hWTmt8sctsstY0UsKS4LBXrP8rqHSLVJAHim0TpQwpX5JEJ8bll7Jqs57Kt6W27ZdEx_d9OGvZwHj4SuJca0HXFacD3FoF7cCM/s1600/Raquel1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0xnnS3PpfyBm1JXWcSScqNrJyJI540CiIdnqejzPHh-hWTmt8sctsstY0UsKS4LBXrP8rqHSLVJAHim0TpQwpX5JEJ8bll7Jqs57Kt6W27ZdEx_d9OGvZwHj4SuJca0HXFacD3FoF7cCM/s320/Raquel1.jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amanda [ARP], NY, 2013</td></tr>
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FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-31358968887145466512013-07-11T14:59:00.000-07:002013-07-11T14:59:00.597-07:00Avocado, Acvodad<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Justin Lane, NY, 2013FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-44459018815609891112013-07-08T00:21:00.000-07:002013-07-08T00:21:00.279-07:00You know what's nice?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Polaroid by James Jacob Desmet, NY, 2013</td></tr>
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When a beautiful tattooed girl behind the bar surprises you with a hefty discount on your overpriced-but-delicious cocktail. 8]FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-35228185664904524642013-07-04T12:21:00.000-07:002013-07-04T12:21:00.155-07:00Pheasant Pelt<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gary Winter, NY, 2013</td></tr>
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That's what's in my lap, for the record. And the corset I'm wearing is about 100 years old. 8]<br />
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<br />FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-70050965913098668872013-07-01T12:21:00.000-07:002013-07-01T12:21:00.868-07:00Wanted:<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Latex: Vital Vein Fashion // Hats: Boring Sidney Hats // Photo: David Miller // Hair: Andy Tseng // Models: Glass Olive & Sierra McKenzie // WA</td></tr>
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More shoots with a full creative team! 8]</div>
FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-87246413018073366262013-06-27T12:21:00.000-07:002013-06-27T12:21:00.067-07:00Candid Polaroid<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">By sfphotoarts of Meghan Claire and yours truly</td></tr>
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FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-63757968098892783922013-06-24T12:21:00.000-07:002013-06-24T12:21:00.325-07:00Summer, summer, summer<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Iggybug, CA, 2013</td></tr>
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And thus, my excursion Northwest draws to a close.<br />
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What now?<br />
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A return to home base: i.e., Reno, where I'll be involving myself heavily with some community art projects and the like.<br />
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Anyone coming to Reno [or the Bay, or anywhere in between--I'm frequently making the circuit] get in touch! I'll be remaining fairly local until the Fall. 8]FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-9922074358560008922013-06-20T22:24:00.000-07:002013-06-20T22:24:00.572-07:00Simple words...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MagiccImagery, MD, 2013</td></tr>
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...I've kept in mind since reading Oscar Wilde's <i>The Picture of Dorian Gray</i> at age fourteen:<br />
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"To define is to limit."FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-11591435901331585062013-06-17T14:33:00.000-07:002013-06-17T14:33:00.304-07:00Father's Day Blurb<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bob Freund, MA, 2013</td></tr>
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While my dad's values and personality differ greatly from my own, he raised me to see myself as a "human" first and a "girl" second: to never feel either limited [growing up, I felt equally free to explore interests in figure skating, crafts, and stage makeup as in heavy machinery, extreme sports, and mathematics] or entitled [while I believe women have historically been restricted, and some still very much are, I also don't believe it's okay for the modern woman to get away with being manipulative, self-victimizing, or bitchy in cases where her privilege allows for her own emancipation] by virtue of being female.<br />
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I grew up understanding that there are societal factors that shape what opportunities are available to men or women, and that these opportunities are not equivalent [well, no shit--how many freelance male models do you see?], but that equivalency differs from equality, and in my pursuits I should never set my standard at being "pretty good...for a girl."<br />
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="text_exposed_show">My dad raised me to feel empowered to take care of myself, rather than depending on any man to provide for--or validate--me.</span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="text_exposed_show">Hooray. 8]</span></span>FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964499048606525542.post-87340627415984847522013-06-13T12:21:00.000-07:002013-06-13T12:21:00.121-07:00Today <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amanda [ARP], NY, 2013</td></tr>
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is my mom's birthday!<br />
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That's all. Not much to report today.<br />
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Dug myself an unexpected pocket of semi-free time.<br />
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Visiting good friends--some from within the model/photographer community, and some from other facets of my life. Still in California for the moment; but northward-bound. 8]FGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804243260610413442noreply@blogger.com0