Lighting class turned down a strange road this week. "Go make sunlight feel like the moon" they said. "Uhhhhh ok..." we said back. Today I sat in my room staring at the sun on the wall thinking "this does not look like the moon." After a while it started to look like the moon.
Seaport has a strong air of sci-fi about it. It lords over you with shiny glass and coldly colored neon, and the streets feel like they should be much more full of people than they ever are. That said I'm never there at rush hour, so maybe I'm way off.
Today the sky shone a cold kind of wild. It was welcome color on the way to a late-night shift. At work we clipped a mic to a woman's shirt, and soon we heard a heartbeat coming loud through the speakers. She had an artificial aorta which beat far louder than the original. We hung the mic on her ear instead.
I spent a while working towards the picture I posted yesterday. It used lots of flash and sneaky camera tricks. The shots that came before were much more simple. The clouds were thick and glowed bright with a soft light that drifted into my room. Everything it touched felt still, and quieted the photos that used it.
I work late today. My morning and afternoon stood unspoken for, with the weight of new snow fresh on the ground. Shovels scraped the streets below, and sometimes the people holding them looked up to my window. They probably wondered what the camera they saw was pointing at.
The ceiling at Trixies Palace is a crumbly patchwork of drywall. With a wireless trigger on my flash, I wedged it into the crumbling sheetrock, pointing straight down at stage/crowd line. Quite a lot of ceiling made its way into my eye. It stung, but @twen_band was very good.
I had jury duty today. I wasn't allowed to bring my camera in the courthouse, so they told me to leave it with the wizened cashier at the greasy breakfast cafe up the road. Walking away from the courthouse I saw two window washers plying their trade. They looked cold. . . . . #negativespace #IGBoston #civilservice
Should you ever come into my home, you would find sundries and miscellany to fill the fullest extent of your heart's desire. You might look on a shelf or in a cupboard, only to find yourself thinking "huh, neat." You might now be wondering what a smattering of these things might look like. Well friend, wonder no more.
There are three extra people in our apartment as @twen_band pass through Boston. They played in Trixie's Palace last night. They played hard and they played photogenic. There are many more pictures of that night to come. Here is @artemoose in the night's crowd.
It snowed today and the world looks different out my bedroom window. The street is brighter, and the light filtering in is colder. When I got home I stared up at my snowy window as it radiated orange light, and in my head the self-portrait I took last week looked different. I took it again.
Today me and Val went downtown so she could get a suit. Several days earlier I had biked past a peach wall in Somerville and wrote it down on my list of places to come back to with a camera. In exchange for joining her to get her suit, I obliged Val to stand in front of my peach wall and look at her fingers.
I took a self portrait for class. The prompt was "Take a self portrait! Show us yourself!" So here I am, just another guy in the corner, taking a late-night seat on the radiator.
Before going on stage Lea said to me "I need a new profile picture out of this, and no double chin ok?" This is Lea. This is now her profile picture. Most of all, Lea has only one, (very high quality) chin.
I went to a Goth show last week. There I saw many friends smile in their collective melancholy. Goth gatherings are a curious thing.
I've left home and the hills and sunsets have been replaced by the grey skies and many beards of Portland. In time those skies and beards will give way to the bitter cold and discarded Dunkin cups of our fair Boston.
In Los Angeles I saw legs. They hung over a staircase, threatening to kick anyone with the audacity to walk beneath them whilst tall.
I used to head to Diamond Heights on high school weekends cause I knew we wouldn't run into anyone we didn't want to. Now it feels like someone hid and squished a little coastal CA town into the hills and valleys of the city's south.
This place has a lot of hills. No matter how long I've spent here, I always find one I haven't ventured up. Each time there's some crazy new angle of the city to digest from up top. Will I ever run out? Maybe when the next earthquake sinks half the city.