I couldn’t resist. Plus, I’ve too much time on my hands. Today I bring you revenge, apparently best served after Christmas:
Looking for a model to party with on 12/26/09 (Toms Brook)
Date: 2009-12-21, 8:04PM EST
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My girlfriend is going out to some parties on 12/26/09 and I’m not invited (she’s trying to make me jealous). So I’m looking for a sexy girl to go partying with. I posted some ads in the personals sections but I want to make sure I find someone. I’m willining to pay, negotiable, and I’m just looking for a good time and a distraction. I’m an attractive guy (will send a picture) and can gel into any situation and company. Hit me back if you’re interested.
The In-tuh-net really is a wonderful invention used for the best intentions.
but it wasn’t May. It was December. While down at my parents house for the holidays I decided to catch up on some In-tuh-net and ran across several photographers whose work I find very eye-catching.
The above is my own work. The list that follows, however, are some very interesting photographers I’ve run across.
The first is Tarrice Love. I’d post some pictures, but I’m a bit lazy and didn’t email him to ask permission if I could post (for any of them really). But, in his own words :
“He is mostly self-taught but his talents were fine tuned at Southwest Community College and the University of Memphis. He has manage to develope a signature style that combines classic simplicity with edgy sex appeal that rivals other newcomers in the industry.”
I admire his skills, especially for being self-taught. It does raise the age-old question I’ve pondered all semester: education or experience? I usually learn best by doing. Taking chances. Getting messy. Learning from mistakes (like that one time I worked at a certain cafe, and attempted to fix the toilet only to get a call the next morning that the entire restaurant had flooded. Definitely a learning experience.)
At any rate, I like his work. I like his style. There’s this one photo series he has that contrasts masculinity and femininity. It’s gritty yet soft, and almost voyeuristic but very artistic. Je ne sais pas. I look at pictures like that and think to myself, ” I’d love to do something like that one day, before I’m old and gray.”
Another site is Trevor Green. I became so enamored with his stuff when I ran across it that, in a fit of geek-ism, I sent him an email and said I’d love to work with him sometime. Only after I sent the email did I realize how crazy and fan-like I must sound, but what can I say. Photography moves me.
On his ModelMayhem profile, he describes that he’s an art director for an ad agency in Atlanta, and attempting to go pro. He goes on to say that he currently shows in galleries and has done several fine arts festivals, and hopes to get published eventually. In the meantime, he’s working on building a portfolio to submit to magazines and talent agencies. Moi aussi, moi aussi. Well, a portfolio for jobs and also a portfolio when I submit to an MFA program (if I can decide which route to go).
Another thing that struck me was his influences. Namely Herb Ritts and David LaChapelle. So, when I think of Herb Ritts I immediatly think of Mariah Carey, (directed her “My All” video) but he’s shot so much more than that. To give you a brief rundown of Herb Ritts, he’s directed: Madonna – Cherish, Janet Jackson – Love Will Never Do, Jennifer Lopez – Ain’t It Funny, Shakira – Underneath Your Clothes, plus many many more.
Half the reason I love all those songs is because of their music video. I remember being a senior in high school and hearing in the news that he died, and thinking to myself “the world has lost a legend.” And when I think of David LaChapelle, I’m immediately reminded of this one photo shoot he did with Pink where half the room was on fire. God, just thinking about those photos is like eating ten pieces of dark chocolate, drinking a glass of wine, and then lighting up a cigarette. In other words, purely orgasmic. If he had mentioned Annie Leibovitz, I just may have simultaneously shat and pissed my pants. Yeah, if I had to think about it, those are probably my top three photographer idols.
But back to Trevor Green. Really, though, I’m drawn to the way he uses light, in the few pictures I have seen. And also the way his photos seem to capture essence. Though anytime I get to describing what I like about art, I feel like I’m that blonde in the episode of Family Guy when Brian goes on a date and she pronounces everything wrong. “Oh yeah, I love re..recetite. Um, I’ll have the escargot and the chablis.”
“James is a Ph.D. student at Middle Tennessee State University. He completed his B.A. and M.A. in English (short fiction creative writing) at Texas A&M University, College Station, TX. His master’s thesis was entitled, “Short Fiction Creative Writing: Storytelling with a Film Perspective.” His fields of study include children’s literature and horror films, narratological studies in television and film, applications of gender and queer theory in popular culture, and creative writing poetry, short fiction, and screenplay. He is also a freelance writer and former editor of nationally-ranked magazine and newspaper publications.”
If he comes to Atlanta Queer Literary Fest sometime, I definitely want to meet him. If he’s already come and I’ve missed him, well damn. What’s intriguing about this is his thesis: storytelling with a film perspective. That’s how I (attempt) to write, at least my short stories. I can definitely identify with first picturing the scene inside my head and then attempting to translate that scene into words. Perhaps I’ll be able to find his thesis somewhere and read it. And perhaps someday I will get to work with him as well.
Yep, I think that does it for my dabble into photographic idolatry. À plus.
I gave out pins and donated money in people’s names to an organization called FACEAIDS.
FACE AIDS aims to build a broad-based movement of students seeking to increase global health equality. Working with Partners In Health (PIH), a respected health and social justice organization working to provide healthcare for the poor in nine countries, FACE AIDS runs income-generating projects with HIV associations in the Kirehe District of eastern Rwanda.
If you’d like a pin, if you’d like to donate, or if you’d like to purchase any of the other products they sell, feel free to contact me or visit their website. However, one of the benefits with student fund-raising is that they are donating 100% of student fund-raising efforts towards the cause. For more info, visit my FACEAIDS page, or visit their website, www.faceaids.org.
And, if you’re a student at the University of Georgia, feel free to contact me about joining the cause. I do need help putting together the local chapter and can use anyone willing to donate time or effort.
and I seriously do love black and white photography.
This Christmas finds us with two movies opening. Possibly three. But there’s only one I want to see. Yes, Robert Downey, Jr. is quite sexy as a shirtless Holmes. And yes, I have a cougar crush on Meryl Streep. But who, in their right mind, could resist the allure of this:
While lying in bed with Dear, as the semester came to a close, every time commercials were on for Nine I would exclaim, in a high-pitched voice, that I couldn’t wait to see it. I saw KHud make the rounds on the talk show. I saw Larry King pretty much ignore Sophia Loren while he chatted with the crew of Nine in his studio. And I’ve seen all the sneak peaks I could manage OnDemand.
Dear has been dying to see Avatar. I’m kind of indifferent to the special effects, and while the IMAX would be cool, as a self-respecting card carrying member of The Gays I absolutely cannot resist a musical and a movie filled with seductive women. Why The Gays cannot resist the last one, I have no idea. Perhaps it’s the hairography. Perhaps it’s the heels. Perhaps it’s the glitter and all the pretty shiny things. Je ne sais pas.
While critics have been crushing this movie, I just do not care. I’m in love with the black and white. And you know how I love the play of light. I can feel my body chill, and it gives me such a special thrill just thinking about this. Perhaps I’m just in love with Rob Marshall. First Cinderella (I still catch myself humming “Impossible”). Then Chicago (and all that jazz). And then Memoirs of a Geisha (which wasn’t even a musical).
Last year I couldn’t wait to see The Duchess. (Seriously, I drove all the way up to the Mall of Georgia because that’s the only place I could find it playing when it came out). This year, it’s Nine. Although one of my teachers did say Brightstar was good. And A Single Man does sound interesting. No, I remain resolute. Gimme Nine.
… A 54 convertible too,
Light blue.
I’ll wait up for you dear
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Think of all the fun I’ve missed,
Think of all the fellas that I haven’t kissed, (let’s not forget Derek Magyar either)
Next year I could be just as good,
If you’ll check off my Christmas list,
Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex,
And checks.
Sign your ‘X’ on the line,
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing,
A ring. And I don’t mean on the phone,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.
I attend the University of Georgia, studying Comparative Literature. I've 30 hours before graduation.
I live life to experience, following the advice of Baudelaire "Enivrez-vous sans cesse! De vin, de poésie ou de vertu, à votre guise." I use this blog to hone 'this craft of verse,' noting the ephemeral passage of life while doing my best to bear the lightness of being.
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