"Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night"
Gratuitous Name Dropping Journal:
I guess if this last week felt like I was wallowing in shit, then this weekend felt like I came through smelling like roses.
Friday:
Kicked off Friday by receiving some photos from two shoots the week before. They came out beautiful, and left me feeling a bit more confident with the direction I’ve been heading. Also somehow became the new group owner for SG Sacramento. Trying to follow Greggsters lead is going to be akin to following up a filet mignon with a Slim Jim. We broke in JuniorDeputys new house Friday night, and held down the stoop like nobodies business.
Saturday Morning:
Picked up Gregg saturday morning and hit the english pub for mimosas, and eggs benedict with the lovely Leica. All of which ended with us passing sugar packets around the table taste testing equal, sweet&low, splenda, and the real thing. Sweet&Low got four thumbs down, but the mimosas, and bloody marys got four thumbs up.
Saturday Evening:
Since nobody wanted to cook dinner. Kage, the visiting Subrosa, Greggster, Elicit77, and I rolled out to the rad hippy pizza joint. They didnt have the pesto pizza I like so I sat and watched everybody eat while we discussed my unnatural pesto fetish. Pizza lady then gave me the pizza for free, and a half price pint of Ale since I waited so patiently.
By the time we got home Omeganightmare was waiting for us with a case of beers in each hand for the party. What started as just a typical SGSac get together, escalated into a proper party with random neighbors, and lots of awesome people stumbling through. Becca made a rad sign for the new SGSac Head Quarters. Kage kept obscure Japanese horror flicks on the TV, and I guess the symbolic transfer of SGSac powers happened somewhere in the middle of the prerequisite Journey sing along. Walker displayed his inhuman ability to empty a beer bottle in less time them it takes mere mortals to open one. I think somebody drew on Timofotos's ass. ThreeLessThanTen was rocking the best outfit of the evening. Marge held down the dance floor like the suppressed, disaffected, hipster queen that she really is. And MistieDawn ran the twister mat like Gumby on a mission. BigJimSlade and I ended up outlasting the rest of the crew, and finally decided to call it a night. Dogmadeath and MistieDawn Both documented the crime scene as well as went way out of their way to provide snacks, ice, and cokes. So much love to my homeboy and girl.
Sunday:
Woke up waaayy to early. Baked some cornbread muffins, and made some French Toast for the waking zombies. Took most of the day just to clean the mess.. Took a little nap, then shot a few pictures in the evening. Closed out the night with some grilled cheese and anime.
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night"
Gratuitous Name Dropping Journal:
I guess if this last week felt like I was wallowing in shit, then this weekend felt like I came through smelling like roses.
Friday:
Kicked off Friday by receiving some photos from two shoots the week before. They came out beautiful, and left me feeling a bit more confident with the direction I’ve been heading. Also somehow became the new group owner for SG Sacramento. Trying to follow Greggsters lead is going to be akin to following up a filet mignon with a Slim Jim. We broke in JuniorDeputys new house Friday night, and held down the stoop like nobodies business.
Saturday Morning:
Picked up Gregg saturday morning and hit the english pub for mimosas, and eggs benedict with the lovely Leica. All of which ended with us passing sugar packets around the table taste testing equal, sweet&low, splenda, and the real thing. Sweet&Low got four thumbs down, but the mimosas, and bloody marys got four thumbs up.
Saturday Evening:
Since nobody wanted to cook dinner. Kage, the visiting Subrosa, Greggster, Elicit77, and I rolled out to the rad hippy pizza joint. They didnt have the pesto pizza I like so I sat and watched everybody eat while we discussed my unnatural pesto fetish. Pizza lady then gave me the pizza for free, and a half price pint of Ale since I waited so patiently.
By the time we got home Omeganightmare was waiting for us with a case of beers in each hand for the party. What started as just a typical SGSac get together, escalated into a proper party with random neighbors, and lots of awesome people stumbling through. Becca made a rad sign for the new SGSac Head Quarters. Kage kept obscure Japanese horror flicks on the TV, and I guess the symbolic transfer of SGSac powers happened somewhere in the middle of the prerequisite Journey sing along. Walker displayed his inhuman ability to empty a beer bottle in less time them it takes mere mortals to open one. I think somebody drew on Timofotos's ass. ThreeLessThanTen was rocking the best outfit of the evening. Marge held down the dance floor like the suppressed, disaffected, hipster queen that she really is. And MistieDawn ran the twister mat like Gumby on a mission. BigJimSlade and I ended up outlasting the rest of the crew, and finally decided to call it a night. Dogmadeath and MistieDawn Both documented the crime scene as well as went way out of their way to provide snacks, ice, and cokes. So much love to my homeboy and girl.
Sunday:
Woke up waaayy to early. Baked some cornbread muffins, and made some French Toast for the waking zombies. Took most of the day just to clean the mess.. Took a little nap, then shot a few pictures in the evening. Closed out the night with some grilled cheese and anime.
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Untitled #73 (resemblance) is from a body of work titled resemblance, which she undertook in the spring of 2001 while an artist-in-residence at the Addison Gallery in Andover, Massachusetts. This series was inspired by such literary sources as The Sandman by E.T.A. Hoffmann, Tomorrows Eve by Villiers de lIsle Adam, and Mary Shelleys Frankenstein, and in it, Gaskell deals with the notion of creating an artificial person. She dressed female students from Phillips Academy in Andover in white lab coats and cast them as young technicians undertaking this bizarre experiment. But unlike the protagonists in the literature that inspired her, the girls in Gaskells photographs are attempting to use their hands to build their creator, an artificial "mother." The pictures in the series suggest a disquieting narrative that is ambiguous, non-linear, and open to complex interpretations ranging from ethical debates about biotechnology and cloning to feminist issues of gaining control over ones body and self-image. In this photograph, although the "creation" is about to be unveiled, it will undoubtedly leave the viewer with more questions than answers.
Her photographs are so beautiful and spooky--I'm totally in love with her.