It's been a kind of unsettling week, a little personal upheaval, but nothing I can't handle. So I think I'll distract myself with a little photo essay showing what a great photographer I am. The title being (see above).
This one was taken at the beach at Tulum. I really don't get points for this shot since I seriously think it's impossible to get a bad picture from this view.
This one was taken in LA at the Standard, poolside. Very glamorous Rusty, and was used in a painting I did for him.
This isn't a great shot but it certainly tells a story. This one was taken on a day trip to Tijuana; can you see why we ended up buying 2 velvet Elvises?
4 comments:
Okay, in the pic with the beer and limes, is that a lighter or a vial of liquid ecstasy/GHB/designer drug o'the moment?
Unfortunately it is a super thin lighter, just like the super thin Capris I no longer smoke.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Oh, and before you ask, yes, the Roommate is making out with the dog. Horney bastard. The Roommate too.
Oddly enough, PETA might not have any problem with that picture.
Peter Singer, widely considered the father of the animal rights movement, and PETA, is on record as saying that interspecies sex does not necessarily constitute cruelty. He asserts that it could be moral and mutually satisfying.
One shudders to think of his field work.
So, let the boys be boys. But please, no more pictures.
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