I’m sure Melodie might have publicly argued that I was asked to be a judge for the Bartender’s Brawl because of my Founding Member status of the Bend Spirit Club. We both know she really wanted me for my camera. I must have heard this a dozen times that frozen Winter’s night:
ME: “The layering of this particular drink was well conceived and near perfectly executed though the sediment from the muddling has detracted slightly from the overall presentation…”
MELODIE: “Shut up bitch and take some more pictures.”
er, that didn’t really happen… much….
Really, Melodie and Organic Nation did a great job and it’s a real shame the weather didn’t cooperate. It’s Bend - SHOCKING!!!
The prairie dog sticks his head up from his little hole in the grounds and sniffs the air tentatively…
Chris and Amy are a fun couple. They look good together and every expression was completely natural and unforced. Wait till the kid comes guys… heh
Feeling a little reflective…
There’s a LOT of shit going on. Personal, professional and creative life is full to bursting. No complaints - just an observation.
Very much looking forward to going LIVE with my new venture. Advertising soon for models in the Pacific Northwest.
Words suck ass - I always like talking more in pictures. Goddamn - feel overly much like Rorschach in speech patterns. Nothing wrong with that. Like my beans cooked though thank you.
Hey Tim - treat the ladies good ya fuck… = )
I think I might find a hit or ten off a bottle of whiskey necessary and comforting before jumping out of an airplane - sure I’d likely be dodging falling vomit on my way down, but it would help get me out the door and plummeting towards the ground.
Yeah.
I really had no point there. Certainly nothing pertaining to modeling.
Great shoot last night… kicked back, fun, engaging. The JW/Rockstar combo was an unintended hit.
All of this is leading to something…
The other day I found myself coming back repeatedly to this photo from last weekend’s boudoir shoot. It was the eyes. I began that nagging internal conversation about what tv/movie star or singer I was being reminded of - and that only annoyed me. It’s sad that we do that as a society - base appreciative observation of unique or familiar beauty on the plastoid faces of that particular group. I’m glad it pissed me off though because I was forced to really think about it. Finding familiar impressions, feelings, memories based on those eyes.
AHA! She was one of my teachers in the 7th grade. A young ME at an awkward stage, going through puberty, totally crushing on my ______ teacher. Admittedly I remember other features as well beyond her eyes (ahem…), but that isn’t the focus of this memory. Good enough for me.
Been taking a break. Done with that now…
Dusted off the gear and went in studio with a fascinating and incredible young woman…
Wow.
Poor girl - I try twisting her into awkward poses and shapes on the premise she is “bendy” - regardless of her actual flexibility, she has a smokey look and cool, willing spirit that makes for a very fun and creative session.
Good stuff from this one. More to come on the NEW LANCEHARDYPHOTOGRAPHY.COM WEBSITE. Yeah yeah, shut up - I’ve been busy and who are YOU to tell me to update my own website???
LOL….
Talking about my dreams isn’t a normal occurrence. Probably a good thing as so many would no doubt raise a few eyebrows. Last night was a marathon in stark and vivid weirdness that I just can’t get out of my head though. Spill it dude…
The dream came into focus on the following scene: South Park was airing its final show and I was invited to the wrap party. A small group of us watched the show wind down as all the characters grouped for a final musical number. The ending cresecendo was all voices raised in unison to sing “Uncle Fuka”. We clapped and laughed and rode a wave of hooting and hollering until a very Hippied out Matt Stone grabbed me by the arm to sit and have a convo. Besides his tie dyed garb and Rastafarian headware, what surprised me was his mouth full of piercings - carved tusks and bone covered the inside of his mouth. Whoa. We talked like old friends for quite some time, he seeming relaxed and relieved that it was all over, when he suddenly paused, looked up and said “it’s happening”. The scene morphed. I was now standing outside on a long beach, a vast city behind me. The sky was an odd blue and gray color, smoky. And planes were falling from the sky. Around me were a couple of flaming husks, parts and pieces and wreckage strewn everywhere. But more were falling. I looked up and judged my position relative to a rapidly approaching 747, breaking up as it bore down on me. Up and down the beach and up in the sky was evidence of a massive wave of planes crashing and burning. Out in the ocean the waves carried more wreckage to shore. And finally in a single, sweeping wave a huge group of people - survivors - were washed to shore.
I’m not interested in dream interpretation - I don’t think there is any rhyme or reason for what the brain does in it’s own playground when it doesn’t have to worry about your boring life. Sometimes it’s simply an occasion to linger a bit and observe, in a voyeuristic way, the strange and colorful world of your own head.
I’ve been interested in trying block posters for awhile. I like the edgy/artsy look to the pieces. Whether you trim the individual components or leave white borders - or even increase the depth of spacing between blocks - the look can be really cool. And the size is extremely flexible - 9 pieces, 18, 27, etc. A tapestry can be created easily depending on the resolution of the image used.
Beyond that it encourages a whole new look at the processing behind any one image. Screw polished - a large piece might be better served with a very raw, grainy finish.
This trial piece is for JT, who went through hell the other night while doing something really special for her husband. A big thumbs up and a “YOU F’N ROCK!” to you JT…
Okay, I could be ultra chill and say I couldn’t care less about this event. But I would be LYING MY ASS OFF!!! This is DAMNED EXCITING!!!
To all of you that didn’t get a personal invite to this - TOO BAD SUCKERS! Okay, so the whole friggin’ community got an invite, so you can say “bite me” all you want. But gawds I am excited about this! I devoured the four book Stephenie Meyer series in just over a week total. SUCKED IN!!! Now I’m just waiting for a response from the Sisters Movie House on advance tickets to the actual show (you DO need to be on the list to go to the “A Conversation with Catherine Hardwicke” discussion before the screening.)
Bring on the Cullen talk!
