Megan & Bill.

Zombified.

I started editing some of my Brawl and Dreamself portraits so I can start making books from them. I don't know which one I'll finish first, or if I'll finish them at all but it's a distraction and I love finding shots I missed the first time around.

 

 

 

Uh-oh.

I started taking pictures of my mannequin because I wanted to test out some lighting and no one was around. Now I take pictures of my roommate and I think, "I could photograph the mannequin like that!" This feels like the beginning stages of insanity.

Home.

All 5 years of college I took photos of the room I was in. It started as a way to show friends how OCD I looked in comparison to my messier roommate and when I moved to NYC I took them for my Mom because she always had to leave before I finished unpacking. But while doing renovations I realized I didn't have any photos of the house I've lived in for almost 20 years. Better late than never.

Painted Mary.

Wunderkind.

One of my biggest regrets is that now that I'm an adult I'll never be called the wunderkind of anything. This is a legitimate regret I think about, a lot. Vain? You betcha! While these photos don't prove I was a child prodigy you do have to respect my use of rule of thirds. Not many parents would let their 6-year-old ruin roll after roll of film on blurry photos of their toys but I'm glad my Mom did.

Lemurs.

I just got a new credit card and it's one of those kinds that you can choose your own photo for the design and so after much internal debate I chose a lemur. It's a fact that lemurs are the cutest animals in the world. I got to pet some once and one even latched onto me and started rubbing his nose on my shoes. Adorable.

Icicles.

Whenever my Dad is pressed to think of something artistic he always says "Pictures of icicles." Always.

Chaos.

I've been wanting to take a picture of Mr. Mannequin covered in ducks for a while but I figured with it being winter and all the duck pond would be kind of empty. Nope. You couldn't walk without bumping into ducks. I just wanted to pick one up and squeeze it. I didn't. I'm an adult. I have self-control. Plus ducks are surprisingly quick.

Insane.

I think we've all run into this situation at one time in our lives. You're sitting around your house, you're bored, you have something to do in an hour so you don't want to start anything new, so you pull a chair into the kitchen and start trying to put a fake mustache on your fish. After about 7-minutes of this (a lot of time for this particular activity) you decide you have to tell someone you're doing this because, well, keeping it a secret would make you seem insane...er.

T. Kyle.

My friend Kyle just got his own blog on MTV.com! I know he's going places, he's ridiculously talented, and I think I should remind him of how many embarrassing photos/videos I have of him. I mean, I'm not trying to blackmail him into taking me along with him into fame, totally not, I'm just sayin'.