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This isn't about missing a guy or something. It's more like there's something missing and I have absolutely no idea what it is. In the last week or so all these old friends have come out of the woodwork who I thought were gone, and maybe that's made me realise how much I've missed them.
Tonight a friend said she wanted "the old Catherine back" and it irritated me because I listened to her talking for months about how her old friends were having a hard time accepting she'd changed, and I kept telling her it was ok and natural and she was bound to change. She managed to cope with how I changed over the summer, but now she's not. Ah well. Still love her.
118 days til I finish school. Putting it like that makes me feel like I might actually miss more people than I realised.
14/365
2024 self-portrait challenge 25 of 52
Key = camera left above subject tilted down ~45°: Flashpoint eVOLV200 in a 3'x2' softbox in horizontal orientation, feathered.
Fill = on-axis, below subject tilted up: dual Flashpoint eVOLV200 Pro (bare bulbs), in 14”x60” strip softbox without grid in horizontal orientation; 3 stops below key.
Background = Flashpoint Zoom II speedlight at 1/64 power, 35 mm zoom, pointing up and tilted slightly toward background.
Nooooooooooooooo!!!!!!
Sometimes your thoughts turn around in your head. It is not pretty, but it happens.......
2024 self-portrait challenge 44 of 52
Key = camera right, just above the frame and in front of subject: Flashpoint eVOLV200 Pro with bare bulb in a 3'x2' softbox oriented lengthwise along the camera axis.
Background = Godox TT600 zoomed at 200 mm at 1/128 power, pointed up and slightly tilted toward the background.
some more crazy stuff during crazy times . need ... more ...... sleep ......
.. should have done the outer circle smaller ......... zzzzz
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- Yeah, fuck you, too.
- Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.
Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.
Fuck squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job!
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down!
Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.
Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?
Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!
Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!
Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Imclone! Adelphia! Worldcom!
Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.
Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermés scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!
Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!
Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!
Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, Jay!
Fuck Osama bin Laden, al-Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!
Fuck Jacob Elinski, whining malcontent.
Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.
Fuck Naturel Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch.
Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. Sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.
Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fuckin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place.
- No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all and then you threw it away, you dumb fuck!
from "25th hour"
(direct by spike lee, starring: Edward Norton, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Rosario Dawson)
Para el grupo Camaradas
y Camaradas de Camaradas
Juego #48 Color Plata-Plateado
Y para 1112 pics in 2012
#10 - Silver(y)
Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 + tripod and remote
I love the forest, nature, freedom, to imagine, daydream, drift away, live read.. enjoy life.
I wish we took more care of our dear nature though, it's the only thing we'll leave behind for our successors. Things will break and memories will fade...
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Tired of selfportraits. I want full control of the situation, have a model and see her and the surroundings and light as I photograph. Move her, move around, change. I need to photograph other, need to start dare asking if I can photograph them and so forth. Dare to try my ideas. Sick of selfportraits, of seing myself, of it not turning out good and the way I wanted to.
There aren't any of pictures of me crying because I don't, really. I don't like to, and when I can't not cry, I tuck myself away somewhere people won't hear me.
You're supposed to document happiness, anger, sensuality, sexuality, extreme angst, and maybe sadness, but only with babies. Baby tears are acceptable. Babies can't take pictures of their own tears. Babies can't be accused of seeking attention from an unknown audience on the internet, so they're ok.
I was thinking about that, about how ridiculous it is that you can't express any sense of being discontent (especially photographically) without being seen as melodramatic.
This project is about me and today I was sad. Today I was sad and I cried and that was it. I could use a hug, but I'm not asking for one. I'm kind of wishing I had a restart button for the past few months, but I know I won't get one. It just is what it is....
And should anyone think that I'm doing this in some half-assed attempt at getting attention, they can go screw themselves.
finally i found a camera which didn't make me feel too awkward doing self potrait
this one however was shot by ninie
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che gusto!!!
(seppur con serie difficolta e con una mano sola, tornare a fare foto e sopratutto tornare a partecipare al wdmc)
I'm still here.
It's a brand new week and I like that. My summer went good so far. I went up north to my cousins cabin and I loved it! The state fair just needed too. I went there twice. I love the fair!
first time experienced 3D scanner and 3D printer, and this is it my face made from sand using 3D printer!
"Well I went to the doctors believing,
That the devil had control over me" - Marina and the Diamonds.
Well I told myself when I started flickr that I would never do a photo directly inspired by a song, and I couldn't help it. I just like the way the difference between the lyrics and the tune of her songs. At first glance they seem nice and sweet but the lyrics often have a slightly sinister edge.
I'm kind of having an obsession with B&W at the moment... which I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing. This was originally colour but I preferred it like this. Also, yes the slight blury/grainy -ness is purposeful.
(Reading this back,,,, oh how times have changed)