(via Artist Spotlight: Lou Noble)
The folks at Snap It | See It asked me some questions about instant photography! AND I ANSWERED THEM! GO LOOK!
Bro, I watched the ending to “Something Ricked This Way Comes” at least twelve times in a row. Because I have a shitty memory, I’m gonna say it’s my favorite ending to anything ever.
I only discovered they had post-credits sequences after the fourth episode, went fucking nuts about that one, I tell you what.
Rick and Morty (2013)
When I finished the first season of this show, few months ago, everybody I came in contact with had to hear about it. I would talk to my assistant in Rick’s voice INCESSANTLY. I became evangelical about getting people to watch, and I mean that in the worst possible way.
It’s just…man, this show hits me right in my sweet spot. It’s hysterical, touches on almost every single cultural touchstone I relate to, and, I think, most of all, it’s fucking bonkers.
Not in the way that too many shows/books/pieces of art would be considered bonkers. Not “doing it because whatever”. The insanity in this show is first and foremost, seemingly, because of an idea that it would be fun.
"Wouldn’t it be fun if we just started rattling off a description of this show and then animated it, no apparent editing? Wouldn’t it be fun to do Jurassic Park, but inside a human body?" I’d give more examples, but I suddenly realized I don’t want to ruin things that are fantastic.
The show is unafraid to be bonkers, but it’s always in service to the audience, never self-indulgent, never at the expense of the characters or the stories it’s trying to tell.
Which is probably the most surprising part, that all of the stories are well-structured, they don’t just bounce around willy-nilly. The characters grow over time, the stories become more and more interesting, it’s all crazy, but it’s smart and it’s trying to entertain, trying really fucking hard. There’s a lot of care that goes into this show, it radiates from every episode.
I love it. Watch it.
kelsyabbott said: What the hell is happening??
So about a month ago I posted to the #YesAllWomen hashtag on twitter & spoke openly as a rape victim. When I did this, I got inundated with a ton of harassment & rape threats.
Most of the time my response would be to block & report, but once in a while I’d take a screenshot of what the person said & then reply telling them to fuck off eternally into the night, etc. One of the people who harassed me for speaking up about my rape happened to be a 13 year old kid. I did not know this, because I was getting hundreds of replies & I don’t thoroughly investigate every account with 15 followers that responds to me with bullshit. I responded with this scathing little gem
& then a follower of mine, I guess looked at this person’s account & saw it was a kid who had recently posted a link to his personal facebook. The kid’s entire timeline at that time was him responding to/trolling the #YesAllWomen hashtag, arguing with rape victims & condemning feminism, you know, because that’s the world we live in right now. So this guy, crushingbort responded to a separate tweet the kid made about how comedians who make rape jokes are totally cool, & he posted a picture of the kid hugging his cat from his facebook, saying something like, “Joshua, you should really lock your facebook” or something. I thought this was hilarious because honestly, if you’re big boy enough to harass rape victims for being raped, you’re big boy enough to deal with the consequences. I had nothing to do with this, though. Then, about a month later, some pathetic Men’s Rights Activists found this exchange & went fucking ballistic, focusing all their rage on me, saying I “sexually harassed a child”, that I “doxxed a child” (I had nothing to do with the posting of his photo, but that’s not even doxxing at all, the kid himself said this). They went on a crusade against me using this kid as a flimsy excuse because they hate women & want to punish them. I received a ton of rape threats & even death threats.
I had to lock my twitter account to slow it down because I was getting about 4 per minute. They posted my personal information on 4chan & apparently attempted to post my little sister’s information too, but that was a tip I got & I didn’t see it anywhere so I’m not sure if it really happened. I started reporting all the threats to the FBI & got set up with a civil rights attorney, but a judge said I wouldn’t get the result I was hoping for unless the threats were “more direct”, like mentioning my location within the threat, my personal information within the threat, etc.
The kid himself knows that these MRAs are using him as an excuse to persecute women for whatever reason, & has told them to lay off, but you can’t reason with these idiots.
I’ve started ignoring it & they’ve eased up on the threats & have moved on to filing false reports with the Houston police department trying to say that I’m a pedophile or a child abuser & trying to blackmail me for being a child abuser or some shit, but that doesn’t bother me because it’s obviously all false.
So essentially, this is just what women with a voice have to deal with online. This is all because I spoke up about rape & being a rape victim, & this is just what I have to expect now. If I get any other threats that are “direct enough”, I’ll definitely jump on pursuing it legally, but until then, this is just what I’m dealing with. NEAT, HUH?!!?!?
Photo Essay 010 : Atmospheres
Luca Orsi’s “Atmospheres” collects dewy reflections of concrete landscapes forgotten amongst slumber. Color and structure coalesce to beautifully capture minimalist urban scenes at night.
Gorgeous photo essay on urban spaces up on The Photographic Journal, this week. Sumptuous, every single photo. Go give it a bit of your time.
Muhammad Ali. Gloves down
Y’all gotta watch the whole fight. Ali does this over a dozen times during the hour-long match. This right here is round 9, after Ali’s punches have already done considerable damage to his opponent (Ernie Terrell. The man went 13 rounds with Ali, give him some credit) swelling one eye shut, punching a cut over the other. The entire fight, Ali’s taunting Terrell constantly, such as when he yells at him near the end of round 8, “WHAT’S MY NAME? WHAT’S MY NAME?” Matter of fact, he was talking at him while these punches were being thrown.
This GIF is dope, but it’s merely the smell of a fine meal, not the meal itself. With Muhammed Ali, you gotta feast, it’s not enough to simply breathe in deep.
P.S. as a photographer, I also wanna give it up to the guy with the glasses in the bottom right corner. He spends the whole fight looking at the boxers through his camera, constantly winding, framing, shooting, winding, framing, shooting, switching cameras, framing, shooting, winding, reloading…back then those guys worked Hard for their photography money, I tell you what.
5.27.14 - Carré Callaway
I was already bored with the idea I’d had for the day’s shoot, found this li’l vantage point and decided this was a fitting place to wrap it up, get us some damn fine mexican food. Left the car running (I like to let the a/c run on hot days like this one, as it’s not as bad shooting in the heat when you know you’ve got a frosty car interior waiting for you), snapped off a few…then a few more…then just got caught up. Shot there for a good twenty minutes before we finally split.
At first it looked nice, but after snapping off a few, realized I loved the city in the back, the layers of green in the shot, the way Carré pops out against it all with her pinks and reds.
The shots from this one spot are pretty much the only ones I like from the shoot…and that’s more than enough. I’m finding, of late, I don’t need as many “good” shots from a shoot to be happy. I’m looking for 3-5 photos I’m happy with, that’s all. Always have a good time During the shoot, so no big deal with the results.
645am. Traffic comes to a dead stop on the 10west. We don’t move for 10 minutes. I get out of my car and take this photo, gleefully astonished. When traffic finally starts moving again, the cause is nowhere to be seen. This mystery will haunt me the rest of my life.
Moby : Interview 018
Goddamn was I excited to interview Moby. Read up on other interviews he’d done about his photography, listened to a few podcasts he visited, checked out his new album, read the New York Times article that talked about his house…I went deep. Which was fitting, as Moby himself goes deep when it comes to photography. He gives it the kind of thought I am both deeply respect and am more than a little in awe of.
Because c’mon, we expect artists to have a single specialty. We expect their dalliances in other art forms to clearly mark them as dilettantes. And yet here’s Moby, giving as much energy and consideration to photography as he does to music, producing a stunning body of work that instantly dispels any thoughts that he’s merely slumming it as a photographer. The following interview only hammers home that idea.
Read Moby’s interview
Hey, y’all, I interviewed Moby for The Photographic Journal. I kind of figured it’d be short and light, but he really engaged, gave me some great answers, gave 100%. Go check it out!