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When I saw this mannequin at this store, all I could think was that it reminded me of a real woman in her pyjamas, about to go to bed, but behind bars, where everyone could see her and she could do nothing about it!
How sad, isn't it!?
:-)
Broadway and 70th Street,
New York.
Lillput had asked me to photograph a development project at 535 Mission St., but apparently they lost their funding -- it was, sadly, an empty lot.
Here? A plaza one door over, at 555 Mission.
Coldsprints April 18 Poster. Designed and printed by Bjorn Christianson at Burlesque of North America.
Thankfully all locked up in the end.
Strobist: SB600 diffused with a stofen from top right in both instances.
Real isn't who's with you during your celebration...Real is who's standing next to you when you hit rock bottom.
Tom at their hotel in Manchester after their tour on the 28th March 2011
Please ask if you want to use my pictures! :)
A large Luton Box Van in a Bethnal Green car park with one side of the van decorated with Tokyo Rain by Dan Kitchener (DanK). The other sides are decorated by other street artists.
06/21/09 – Day 172 of 365
Today was Jackie's 17th Birthday. What's a better way to spend it than behind bars? :D
This really was a fascinating experience. I am so glad we went. I got a lot of cool photos and this one just cracks me up!
Once upon a time, deep in the heart of the jungle, there lived a gang of apes. They were fierce protectors of their home, and fiercely guarded the lush greenery that surrounded them. But their paradise was threatened by a group of loggers who came to deforest the land and destroy their home.
The apes knew they had to take action to protect their jungle and their family. They formed a plan to sabotage the loggers' operations, and for a time, it seemed as though they had succeeded. But the loggers were determined and relentless, and soon enough, the apes found themselves outnumbered and outgunned.
In a final, desperate attempt to save their home, the apes fought with all their might. But it was in vain. The loggers' machines were too powerful, and the jungle was destroyed. The apes watched in horror as the last of their family members were hunted down and killed, or died from starvation.
But the apes were not defeated. They were captured and thrown in prison, where they would spend the rest of their days. Though they were locked away, they knew that they had at least tried to protect their home and their loved ones. They were the lucky ones, for they were still alive, even if it was only to die in prison.
The end of the jungle marked the end of their way of life, and the end of their freedom. But they could take solace in the fact that they had fought to protect their jungle until the very end.
Shot on the Mamiya 7 mk2 using Kodak Portra 160 color film. Not to be used or blogged without my permission.
On Christmas Day, I encountered a hand-painted snowman...behind bars, but who wore a wide smile. Full of Christmas spirit!
Stylistically in a class by himself; he looks as if he might have painted by Willem de Kooning!
Park Slope; Brooklyn, NY
Once upon a time, there was a monkey named Juan who lived in Columbia, known for having the best bananas in the world. Juan was a hardworking monkey, proud of his country's delicious fruit. He spent his days tending to the banana trees, ensuring that they were healthy and producing the sweetest fruit.
One day, Juan had a dream of sharing the taste of his beloved Columbia's bananas with the rest of the world. He decided to smuggle the bananas into the United States, where he knew they would be highly sought after. He carefully packaged the bananas, hid them among his cargo, and set off on his journey.
But, unfortunately for Juan, his plans were foiled when he was caught by the authorities at the border. He was arrested and thrown into prison for his crime. Juan soon realized that his desire to share the taste of his home with others had led to his downfall. He was stuck in a small and dirty cell, with no hope of release, and away from his beloved Columbia.
Juan spent his days in prison, longing for the sweet smell of the banana trees and the warmth of the sun on his fur. He missed the taste of the fruit he had devoted his life to and the companionship of his family. He knew that he would spend the rest of his days in prison, far away from the place and people he loved.
Juan's story serves as a cautionary tale, reminding us of the dangers of giving into temptation and the importance of following the laws. The moral of the story is: don't smuggle bananas no matter how good they taste, it's not worth it.