Some prints

I miss grey weather

Mommy

What is an artist anyway

 I don't think anyone should call himself an artist until he is recognized as such by a third party and even then it's a daring thing to do. To live up to that name is a big responsibility.

"Artists are by no means men of great passion but they often pretend to be, in the unconscious feeling that their painted passions will seem more believable if their own life speaks for their experience in this field. One has only to let oneself go, to abandon self-control, to give rein to one's anger or desires; at once all the world cries: how passionate he is! But deep-rooted passion, passion which gnaws at the individual and often consumes him, is a thing of some consequence: he who experiences such passion certainly does not describe it in dramas, music or novels. Artists are often unbridled individuals to the extent that they are not artists: but that is something else."
Nietzsche

Joyce

Another awesome photoshoot with Joyce
 

 More here soon

If you go away, as I know you will
You must tell the world to stop turning till
You return again, if you ever do
For what good is love without loving you
Can I tell you now as you turn to go
I'll be dying slowly till the next hello

If you go away- Shirley Bassey

Renaissance Fair

First time at the Renaissance Fair. Dressed up people playing make-believe, fake accents, hand made jewelry and accessories and cold alcoholic beverages... needless to say I enjoyed it.
After all Halloween is my favorite day of the year; this is only a tiny bit creepier.

 

Newport Beach Film Festival

These are prints from a series I shot back in the day when I was learning film and spending days in the dark room.
I miss developing film. There's nothing like watching an image appear on a white piece of paper. I keep wanting to make a dark room in the attic but who am I kidding I'm too claustrophobic for that tiny space and apparently too busy to dedicate the time to maintain a dark room.
The computer screen is my best friend now. Soon the damn Kindle will replace books and cell phones will be inserted into the ear and we'll all be happy robots with a dozen new ways of communication and an empty soul. I'm not bitter, I just enjoy the simple things in life. Its not all bad, at least we ll always have ice cream and chocolate, and alcohol.

Tomorrow!

Will be shooting the Latino Showcase tomorrow night.
Photos will be coming soon. I'm excited! =D
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Newport-Beach-Film-Festival-Latino-Showcase/351838535070?sk=info

My kind of romance

"In a book of Alphonse Karr entitled Am Rauchen, there is a man who one evening follows a very elegant woman, with whom he had fallen in love at first sight on account of her beauty. Only to kiss her hand he feels that he had the strength to undertake anything, the will to conquer anything, the courage to achieve anything. He scarcely dares glance at the trim ankle which she shows as she holds her dress out of the mud. While he is dreaming of all that he would do to possess this woman, she stops at the corner of the street and asks if he will come home with her. He turns his head, crosses the street, and goes back sadly to his own house. 

... We men are built like that; and it is very fortunate that the imagination lends so much poetry to the senses, and that the desires of the body make thus much concession to the dreams of the soul. If any one had said to me, You shall have this woman to-night and be killed to-morrow, I would have accepted. If any one had said to me, You can be her lover for ten pounds, I would have refused. I would have cried like a child who sees the castle he has been dreaming about vanish away as he awakens from sleep."

Alexandre Dumas