ooh l'exstace!

The Macmora backyard at night. Not a photo shoot or nothin'. Just a couple test shots with my new cloak. Brought out a tv dinner tray as a self-timer for the shot of myself.

But that is what I love about keeping costume pieces around, a five minute cigarette break can turn into 15 minutes of quick creative energy. Like an exercise. I call it a cloak but it's really an old costume we bought in from the UT theatre department at Buffalo Exchange. Of course I had to have it.

day dreams

I'm a creep, sorry 'bout it.




Me, Khrys, and Chris. Always one of my favorite trios. I don't care much for the last shot but am including it as it is the only decent shot I got during Christopher's visit of his badass haircut. I hate when you have a super specific shot in mind but laziness or "oh, i'll set it up later" interferes and you never end up getting it. Composing it in my mind right now...so good.


Thanks to a quote from Diane Arbus though, I feel a bit better when I have disappointing photos,


"Some pictures are tentative forays without your even knowing it. They become methods. It's important to take bad pictures. It's the bad ones that have to do with what you've never done before. They can make you recognize something you hadn't seen in a way that will make you recognize it when you see it again."


It's so true.

Macmora Pt. 1

This is the first of a series of posts I will be making this evening commemorating the end of my month long stay at my mother's house with my wife, Khrystean. This was a transitional period for us while we have been waiting for our move in date for our place...but we have been treating our stay here like our temporary North Austin party house. It's like living like the poor person you are but with the comfy couches and cable of a person with a mortgage and career.

It's been fun. A lot of it. These photos are from one of Khrystean's first nights at Hotel Rebecca. During this portion of our stay we were not as bold as we are now and were only enjoying our after dinner smoking in the bathtub. Wine has been another constant this month, a habit Khrystean brought back with her from France. The last photo is one I took of myself the next morning, with a raging wine head ache.

Cheers to the end of sharing a twin bed thoooo : X

LA LUNE

Any shot of the moon deserves to be viewed large, don't you think? I really need to get on making this stupid "website" look I want it to look but until then just click to view large.