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Wow, that's way harder than I thought it'd be. My self portrait, in my bathroom mirror. Don't expect a lot of those, it was a PITA.
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In the companion column to the one reproduced in the next picture is this self referential carving of the building upon which these carvings exist in White Plains at the corner of Main and Church Streets
I feel pretty self-absorbed with all these self portraits parading all over my Flickr but I have some up coming uploads that will offer other people's faces.
We arrived back into our house in Bristol today but I'm really looking forward to moving into the flat, just me and Alex. Until then it will be easy to focus on all the bad things but that won't really get us anywhere. So I've decided, starting tomorrow. The library is my new best friend. I'm going to work so hard until my fingers ache and my eyeballs plead for some rest. I'm going to work hard at uni work, work hard at work work, work hard at university work, work hard at writing work, work hard at New York work. And time will fly by and I'll realize all the small things don't matter and they never really did. You don't have to live life, hating it or wanting it to be different. Waiting around for things to get better is for people who have given up and are secretly too comfortable in their own misery anyway. You can change anything and you can change everything.
I realize this is a big fat rant but if I don't write it somewhere it will just leak out of me and I'll retreat to my bed, hide under my duvets and hope summer comes quickly.
An amazing bit of good news is that Alex got an internship with the Wooster Group they are probably the most relevant and important experimental theatre company of all time. It's pretty amazing :)
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a self-portrait which looks nothing like myself; personally i think it looks more like amy winehouse than me
it's not finished yet; i'll post an updated version when it is
acrylic on canvas 4ft x 5ft
Self Portrait for week 18 of the Lighting Essentials Project 52. I had decided to shave off the beard so I got a little silly and did it a piece at a time. My original idea was this quadtych. flic.kr/p/9HUezh I don't normally wear my facial hair this way. Two speedlights both with gridded snoots. LP160 camera left and slightly behind full power, SB-25 camera right almost on axis, slightly above half power.
Unusual Case
By William A. Morton, Jr. MD
Scrotum Self-Repair
One morning I was called to the emergency room by the head ER nurse. She directed me to a patient who had refused to describe his problem other than to say that he “needed a doctor who took care of men’s troubles.” The patient, about 40, was pale, febrile, and obviously uncomfortable, and had little to say as he gingerly opened his trousers to expose a bit of angry red and black-and-blue scrotal skin.
After I asked the nurse to leave us, the patient permitted me to remove his trousers, shorts and two or three yards of foul-smelling stained gauze wrapped about his scrotum, which was swollen to twice the size of a grapefruit and extremely tender. A jagged zig-zag laceration, oozing pus and blood, extended down the left scrotum. Amid the matted hair, edematous skin, and various exudates, I saw some half-buried dark linear objects and asked the patient what they were. Several days earlier, he replied, he had injured himself with a heavy-duty stapling gun. The dark objects were one inch staples of the type used in putting up wallboard.
We x-rayed the patient’s scrotum to locate the staples; admitted him to the hospital; and gave him tetanus antitoxin, broad-spectrum antibacterial therapy, and hexachlorophene sitz baths prior to surgery the next morning. The procedure consisted of exploration and debridement of the left side of the scrotal pouch. Eight rusty staples were retrieved, and the skin edges were trimmed and freshened. The left testis had been avulsed and was missing. The stump of the spermatic cord was recovered at the inguinal canal, debrided, and the vessels ligated property, though not much of a hematoma was present. Through-and-through Penrose drains were sutured loosely in site and the skin was loosely closed.
Convalescence was uneventful, and before his release from the hospital less than a week later, the patient confided the rest of the story to me. An unmarried loner, he usually didn’t leave the machine shop at lunchtime with his co-workers. Finding himself alone, he had begun the regular practice of masturbating by holding his penis against the canvas drive-belt of a large floor-based piece of running machinery. One day, as he approached orgasm, he lost his concentration and leaned too close to the belt. When his scrotum suddenly became caught between the pulley-wheel and the drive belt, he was thrown into the air and landed a few feet away. Unaware that he had lost his left testis, and perhaps too stunned to feel much pain, he stapled the wound closed and resumed work. I can only assume he abandoned this method of self-gratification.
William A. Morton is a retired urologist residing in West Chester, Pennsylvania.
Medical Aspects of Human Sexuality, July 1991
An alternate self-portrait for week 30 of 52. My '80s hair for opening night of Footloose. I took this that morning, in the car, before I went into the theater for final dress rehearsal. Between the hair and the leather jacket, I felt like a bad New Jersey stereotype. All I needed was huge hoop earrings and some chewing gum.
A quick self portrait I took on todays shoot!
Strobist:
1x Bowens 750ws into 4 foot Octa above camera
2x Bowens 400ws into 7" reflectors for rim/back lights
Nikon D300, 35mm f1.8