... Did fuck all at work. In a good way, though.
Axis
Pining for the past, baby.
For backyard chills and serious late-night debates and sometimes sunrises but mostly just 4ams and mexican and thai and vietnamese and passionpop and whiskey and cigarettes and the best music mixes with like michael jackson or biggie totally halting the conversation for a minute... and for sticking one more goddamned thing to my wall.
Bold as love, baby.
Hunter-gatherers
I found urchins. They were already dead, so I kept them.
This is exactly what it looks like, which is some emus being chased in a canefield.
Raw Utungun-safari encounters.
Accept Loss Forever
I started a Flickr, which has some archive shit--about 3 years is as far as I'm willing to archive--and it makes me feel like my work is getting steadily worse. Artistic alzheimers. But it's there. Or here:
nine-to-fivin'
This is Goomblar Wylo and Uncle Martin. Martin is, I think unintentionally but I'm not sure, the funniest guy I've ever met. He also has the most banging style in terms of colour schemes.
Part of my job is to take photos, something I'm definitely not qualified to do. These are some of my favourite shots I've taken so far... None were used for publication.
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