Catalog Shoot #2 for Pleasure Bound MFG coming up. Looking forward to it.
Some shots from shoot #1:
More soon.
Some shots from shoot #1:
More soon.
Some more new pictures. Not quite as professional as I'd have liked them to be, but they're more to help the photographer's portfolio than my own.
Professional shoot at the end of the month. Expect some cool pictures to be up afterwards.
More pictures are up on my ModelMayhem.com page.
Click HERE to visit my MM page.
Professional shoot at the end of the month. Expect some cool pictures to be up afterwards.
More pictures are up on my ModelMayhem.com page.
Click HERE to visit my MM page.
Saturday night. I could have been at club Inferno, but I instead was scheduled to partake in the only remaining form of slavery... Work in a grocery store. Shackled by time to the great gray slabs of concrete known as Capitol Centre Foods, my shift droned by. Minutes taking hours, hours taking years. Scheduled until 1am, I could do nothing but wait...
When the time of my freedom finally would arrive all hope had been lost.
"It's too late to catch any parties still in any kind of swing", I thought to myself.
I give in and collapse on my couch watching some news brief; something informing me of the stupidity of our president.... I already know. I throw a shoe and somehow manage to turn the infernal box off with it. I become instantly proud.
Nikki comes home. There's a party going down on Main St. I get dressed in cool clothes and skate there with Nikki. Everyone's attention turns to us as the entirety of the household comes to the realization that they are, indeed, in the presence of gods. We are male models.
Upstairs there is a DJ playing trance and house. I love both genres. The attic becomes my new home as I spend the next few hours twirling a glowstick and LED light around in the dark with a few other people. We danced like angels that night. Like motherfucking angels.
I run into another friend, Luke, and he informs me of another party and wonders if I want to come with him. Of course I do. My night's just getting started.
As I walk into the house, it's full of bad rap, Abercombie & Fitch, and Hollister.... And drunken white suburban college students. I assess my situation. I'm still better than everyone around me.
I proceed to the kitchen to grab a beer.
And settle for a bad mix drink...
Sitting on the couch, I slowly sip my drink. It's horrible but I don't want to waste someone else's stuff. A man with a sideways baseball cap, baggy jeans, and a striped polo shirt approaches me and asks, "Do you like looking like a frog?"
"Do you like looking like an asshole?" I shoot back.
I'm pretty sure I almost got into a fight, but Luke came in and introduced us. Then we got along, somewhat. I think I scared him a bit... Good.
I'm tired of writing.
Love,
Lust
When the time of my freedom finally would arrive all hope had been lost.
"It's too late to catch any parties still in any kind of swing", I thought to myself.
I give in and collapse on my couch watching some news brief; something informing me of the stupidity of our president.... I already know. I throw a shoe and somehow manage to turn the infernal box off with it. I become instantly proud.
Nikki comes home. There's a party going down on Main St. I get dressed in cool clothes and skate there with Nikki. Everyone's attention turns to us as the entirety of the household comes to the realization that they are, indeed, in the presence of gods. We are male models.
Upstairs there is a DJ playing trance and house. I love both genres. The attic becomes my new home as I spend the next few hours twirling a glowstick and LED light around in the dark with a few other people. We danced like angels that night. Like motherfucking angels.
I run into another friend, Luke, and he informs me of another party and wonders if I want to come with him. Of course I do. My night's just getting started.
As I walk into the house, it's full of bad rap, Abercombie & Fitch, and Hollister.... And drunken white suburban college students. I assess my situation. I'm still better than everyone around me.
I proceed to the kitchen to grab a beer.
And settle for a bad mix drink...
Sitting on the couch, I slowly sip my drink. It's horrible but I don't want to waste someone else's stuff. A man with a sideways baseball cap, baggy jeans, and a striped polo shirt approaches me and asks, "Do you like looking like a frog?"
"Do you like looking like an asshole?" I shoot back.
I'm pretty sure I almost got into a fight, but Luke came in and introduced us. Then we got along, somewhat. I think I scared him a bit... Good.
I'm tired of writing.
Love,
Lust
Jesus fuck, it's been a while since I've updated. I nearly forgot I even had a subsciption to SG. hah. Anyway, here's a rough recount of what I've been up to, as detailed in my blog on MySpace:
Nature is pretty pompous. It taunts us with promises of warm weather, only to pull back it's proverberial hand when we near it, shouting a spiteful "Just kidding!". Nice weather can't come soon enough. That little heat wave we had a few days ago really got my hopes up, despite the little voice in the back of my head screaming to me that it wasn't going to last. Grrr.
Fire Exit is in the Isthmus. And although I wasn't able to stick with it to the end due to personal issues, I'm proud of them. They deserve the good review. It's a hell of a show, and all of you should go and see it.
The industrial/metal project I've been going on about for who knows how long is finally getting underway. And about damn time, too. I've got my synth player and lead guitarist lined up. All that remains to be had is a drummer, vocalist, and rhythm guitarist. All of which I've set up auditions with people for. I'm looking forward to a gruelling process. Once the ball is rolling, it should snowball into something huge. We still need to think of a name.
Photoshoot with Jasmine is coming up very soon. New pictures will be up shortly after.
Love,
Lust
Nature is pretty pompous. It taunts us with promises of warm weather, only to pull back it's proverberial hand when we near it, shouting a spiteful "Just kidding!". Nice weather can't come soon enough. That little heat wave we had a few days ago really got my hopes up, despite the little voice in the back of my head screaming to me that it wasn't going to last. Grrr.
Fire Exit is in the Isthmus. And although I wasn't able to stick with it to the end due to personal issues, I'm proud of them. They deserve the good review. It's a hell of a show, and all of you should go and see it.
The industrial/metal project I've been going on about for who knows how long is finally getting underway. And about damn time, too. I've got my synth player and lead guitarist lined up. All that remains to be had is a drummer, vocalist, and rhythm guitarist. All of which I've set up auditions with people for. I'm looking forward to a gruelling process. Once the ball is rolling, it should snowball into something huge. We still need to think of a name.
Photoshoot with Jasmine is coming up very soon. New pictures will be up shortly after.
Love,
Lust
So I woke from my sleep the other morning with a look of "what the fuck?" on my face. I rarely remember my dreams, and the ones I do remember generally aren't disturbing, but this one was. It's been years since I've had a dream that hit with this magnitude of weirdness. It was just out there.
It started out with Caroline's cat watching water drip from the bathtub faucet. The dripping sped up until it was running full blast, and then it stopped. The next thing I know, the cat has turned into a little boy. He's curious about the faucet, or the water, or something. Consequently, he peers into the showerhead.
"I can't see it." He informs me. He removes his left eye and places it inside of the showerhead, and then falls to the ground, unconscious. I'm a bit creeped out by this point, but I still think it's a really good idea to go and try to see what it was he was trying to see. I climb up and look into the showerhead and see a blood-soaked clown with sharp teeth and messy green hair. He crawls forward and eats the eye.
Then I woke up.
On another note, I set up my shoot with Jasmine Azure. I've got until March 26th to throw together/create an awesome wardrobe/set. I've got a few ideas for this in my head. It almost seems too far away, but I know the distance in time will pay off ultimately.
I'm hungry. And bored. Someone give me a call.
Ciao
It started out with Caroline's cat watching water drip from the bathtub faucet. The dripping sped up until it was running full blast, and then it stopped. The next thing I know, the cat has turned into a little boy. He's curious about the faucet, or the water, or something. Consequently, he peers into the showerhead.
"I can't see it." He informs me. He removes his left eye and places it inside of the showerhead, and then falls to the ground, unconscious. I'm a bit creeped out by this point, but I still think it's a really good idea to go and try to see what it was he was trying to see. I climb up and look into the showerhead and see a blood-soaked clown with sharp teeth and messy green hair. He crawls forward and eats the eye.
Then I woke up.
On another note, I set up my shoot with Jasmine Azure. I've got until March 26th to throw together/create an awesome wardrobe/set. I've got a few ideas for this in my head. It almost seems too far away, but I know the distance in time will pay off ultimately.
I'm hungry. And bored. Someone give me a call.
Ciao
I'm never drinking again...
Okay... That's probably not true. But I definitely won't mix Everclear and green tea again... I called it the Confusious. It was funny at first. And then I woke up with this horrible case of gutrot. There are some things that just don't mix well, and I've found two of them.
Work at Hot Topic tonight should suck. It seems so far away now that I can't drive there. Bussing is going to be interesting. I hope I can creep some people out so they don't talk to me. I don't have any desire to engage in any kind of conversation with the general demographic you see riding the bus. Hopefully kryogenickiki comes over again tonight. Last night was fun and I miss hanging out with her.
Anyway, I'm out. Need to shower and try to get over this shitty feeling in my stomach.
Okay... That's probably not true. But I definitely won't mix Everclear and green tea again... I called it the Confusious. It was funny at first. And then I woke up with this horrible case of gutrot. There are some things that just don't mix well, and I've found two of them.
Work at Hot Topic tonight should suck. It seems so far away now that I can't drive there. Bussing is going to be interesting. I hope I can creep some people out so they don't talk to me. I don't have any desire to engage in any kind of conversation with the general demographic you see riding the bus. Hopefully kryogenickiki comes over again tonight. Last night was fun and I miss hanging out with her.
Anyway, I'm out. Need to shower and try to get over this shitty feeling in my stomach.
I can't even begin to tell everyone how much I despise the winter time. It's cold, and slippery... And dangerous to drive in. Just found that out first-hand. Within a two hour timespan, I ended up about four hundred dollars in debt...
I had some errands to run today and I asked wolfwood to come along so I wouldn't be bored, and so she wouldn't be stuck in the house. We went out to the mall and I got my hair cut and picked up my Hot Topic schedule. On the way out, I ran into my Manager, Amanda, who was stranded because her car had decided that it didn't want to work. I offered to drive her home.
After having dropped Amanda off at her place, wolfwood and I started back towards our place downtown. Not ten minutes after pulling out of Amanda's driveway, the accident happened.
Picture this:
I'm driving at a reasonable speed for the (horribly snowy) weather as we near the bottom of a long hill. Nearly 300 feet from the bottom of the hill, I think to myself, 'Hmm... I might not be able to stop very easily', thus begin breaking... Midway down the hill.
We're nearing the bottom of the hill and I haven't lost much speed, if any. There are two cars sitting at the stop sign at the end of this hill and I don't exactly feel like running headlong into one of their back ends. I look for a way out. The grass on the side of the road looks like a good place to roll into. I'm getting over fairly nicely and I start to think I've averted disaster when my back end flies out from behind me and into one of the cars I've tried not to hit. My car took the brunt of the damage. Not only do I lose my left tail-light, but I end up ditched and cold as hell. We exchange information and half an hour later the police show up. Everything gets taken care of and I get a nice 198 dollar ticket, followed by a 131 dollar fee for getting my car out of the ditch... I have yet to find out how much it's going to cost me to fix both my van and the other guy's bumper... I'm counting on it being a nice, heavy chunk of change, though. Lovely. The next few months should be rather interesting, if not hellish.
Drop me a line here or call me.
I had some errands to run today and I asked wolfwood to come along so I wouldn't be bored, and so she wouldn't be stuck in the house. We went out to the mall and I got my hair cut and picked up my Hot Topic schedule. On the way out, I ran into my Manager, Amanda, who was stranded because her car had decided that it didn't want to work. I offered to drive her home.
After having dropped Amanda off at her place, wolfwood and I started back towards our place downtown. Not ten minutes after pulling out of Amanda's driveway, the accident happened.
Picture this:
I'm driving at a reasonable speed for the (horribly snowy) weather as we near the bottom of a long hill. Nearly 300 feet from the bottom of the hill, I think to myself, 'Hmm... I might not be able to stop very easily', thus begin breaking... Midway down the hill.
We're nearing the bottom of the hill and I haven't lost much speed, if any. There are two cars sitting at the stop sign at the end of this hill and I don't exactly feel like running headlong into one of their back ends. I look for a way out. The grass on the side of the road looks like a good place to roll into. I'm getting over fairly nicely and I start to think I've averted disaster when my back end flies out from behind me and into one of the cars I've tried not to hit. My car took the brunt of the damage. Not only do I lose my left tail-light, but I end up ditched and cold as hell. We exchange information and half an hour later the police show up. Everything gets taken care of and I get a nice 198 dollar ticket, followed by a 131 dollar fee for getting my car out of the ditch... I have yet to find out how much it's going to cost me to fix both my van and the other guy's bumper... I'm counting on it being a nice, heavy chunk of change, though. Lovely. The next few months should be rather interesting, if not hellish.
Drop me a line here or call me.
I love writing techno. It's better than you. That's right. Techno does things to me. Dirty things. You could probably do the same things for me, but I don't think you will. So I have techno. And porn... And women I've never met, I guess. Promiscuity is underrated. I'm thinking about hijacking an island off somewhere and starting a sex colony. Who wants in?
I hate the general population of the world. People are, in general, complete and utter morons. I was in Wal-Mart with my little brother up in Appleton over Thanksgiving and got to see how low the bar on human intelligence has sunk. The dressing room attendant answered the phone with information on closing time, and a 'Happy Thanksgiving' and was asked nearly each instance, 'What time are you open to?'. People should pay more attention to what is said to them and less on what they are saying. I think the world would be a much more understanding place if this were the case.
I was crossing the road today on my skatesword and a woman nearly hit me. She had a red light... And the gall to look at me like it was my fault. It's okay though. I showed her. I shoved the deadly mass of steel and wood through her windshield, while jumping onto her hood and kicked her in the jaw... And then I stole her wallet. She'll pay attention to the road a bit more intently now.
That is all.
I hate the general population of the world. People are, in general, complete and utter morons. I was in Wal-Mart with my little brother up in Appleton over Thanksgiving and got to see how low the bar on human intelligence has sunk. The dressing room attendant answered the phone with information on closing time, and a 'Happy Thanksgiving' and was asked nearly each instance, 'What time are you open to?'. People should pay more attention to what is said to them and less on what they are saying. I think the world would be a much more understanding place if this were the case.
I was crossing the road today on my skatesword and a woman nearly hit me. She had a red light... And the gall to look at me like it was my fault. It's okay though. I showed her. I shoved the deadly mass of steel and wood through her windshield, while jumping onto her hood and kicked her in the jaw... And then I stole her wallet. She'll pay attention to the road a bit more intently now.
That is all.
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