December 2005
test shots
random test shots from my grief project. working with different people to see if they can emote.
for the record
i spoke to three random woman tonight, i know how sad that sounds but coming from the fact that i can’t deal with people in general right now, it was an effort for me. it was not so difficult as to strike up the conversation but just finding enough movivation to care about it was the more interesting story (why tonight and who gives a shit about tonight). naturally, once it got rolling it was all easy and fun. i know it’s not terriblely hard or i am that shy but it does surpise me how ‘easy’ […]
cold winters in paris mix
inspired by all my friends freezing there ass off in other parts of the world that i have long forgotten about during the bright months of november and decemeber.
entertaining god
i’ve been watching a lot of classic flims recently, mostly the black and white kind and of the foreign language persuasian. i figure back in the old days when special effects wasn’t all that then the directors would be force to focus on more interesting stories. i am sure there’s plenty of shit b&w films but my recent selection has been respectable and though provoking. first it was the seven seal and then tonight, through the darkly glass; both by Ingmar Bergman. apparently, the director had quite a relgious influence when he was growing up and the […]
a reminder
i had the wonderful pleasure of being humble this morning. it started with a flat tire the day of “xmas” and i was supoose to be a shoot down in sunnyvale in about an hour. and i called up a friend and he saved my ass by lending me his car. how quickly my karma turn around with that last act. anyway, i arrive at my photo shoot and i am slightly embrassed that i am at a kid’s 3rd birthday. not that it surprised me or anything, but i think it finally dawn on me that […]
ikiru (to live)
just saw the movie of the above title tonight and it’s all too although seemingly not comparable to my own life, i can’t help but see parallels. granted that i have the ‘passion’ for my ‘work’, there comes a price that is being paid with compound interests for every day i am engrossed in IT. it would be simpler to be in a state of misfortune for truth seems less dim when you’re a place of darkness. alas, i count my blessings and curse them at the same time. how many times will i play this record? […]
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