Hey everyone who has added me - I'm sorry it you've added me and I haven't accepted yet, but I try to write everyone individually and thank them for their add. Sometimes I fall behind in that - but it means I'm paying attention - So please be patient and thanks!
I am a photographer [ Razorblade Grin Gallery ], writer [ Placebo Productions ], photoshop surgeon [ The Joker's Deviant Art Page ], steampunk...
I've always found it difficult to write about these things, so here's the stream of consciousness one shot-
I like walking city streets and alleyways while listening to Portishead. I am Jack's split lip. I believe that cameras do capture the soul, if used correctly. I want to make a silent film. I love the 20's and 30's but I'm also a techno-fetishist. (Read :G33K:) I love burlesque, vaudeville, showmanship, evil carnivals, clowns, illustrated men, firebreathers and your assorted circus freaks. I am a geek with social skills, I have fun at clubs, but would usually pass up a night out for good conversation over beers with good friends or intelligent strangers. I love to dance. I talk to homeless people because you never know when you'll find one that knows the secrets of the universe. I love comic books AND bathe regularly. I think too much. Sometimes I think too little. I'm obsessive compulsive, but my room is always dirty. I "get it", whatever that means. I love art in all forms, written, drawn, played, shot... I am forever fascinated by our desire to scrawl on cave walls and pray that somone else understands what is going on behind our eyes. If you're my friend I will always try to make you laugh. I'll always be there when you cry. I have no control over the amount of sensory input I receive from the world, and the only way I can cope with the chaotic barrage is to "go with the flow" or go catatonic. I would really rather be working on some photos right now. I love Adult Swim. I respect people's religious beliefs. I stay up way too late at night thinking of my favorite movie scenes, or what I want to photograph next, or how I can make a poem out of moment of my life I'm frantically trying to remember or forget. I love my friends. I miss my mom. I am annoyed by my neighbors. I want to photograph every interesting person I see out in the world. I want to paint my thoughts in graffiti on every wall I pass by.
On bad days I fantasize about kicking in someone's windshield with my 20 hole boots while singing jingle bells at the top of my lungs with a bottle of whisky in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
On good days, I'm stunned by the incredible beauty in the world.I don't believe in excuses. I don't believe in drama. And generally, things are allright. Love me, hate me, think what you please, just don't be fuckin' boring. Anything else?
Ask.
