The Demon Barbados demanded payment for the timely rescue of the royal personage, and only one would suffice. All royals carry within them a hand crafted wooden soul, made by the finest Balinese sculptors, as a better than average replacement for an actual one….forged in the nethers of Queen Babs Downey Jr, the soul was the Marquess’ only link between the realm of the Living, and compelling puppet theatre.
Her pantomime soul finally lost to the Demon Barbados, the Marquess Oasis de Cameltoe suffers the ultimate penalty for her faith in wire and bits; pushed from the precipice into a void of carbon darkness where lurks the most fearful, lurky mystery accessory of them all. 1970’s David Bowie’s Codpiece.
To be continued………..
I’m entertaining the idea of doing a series of images informed by vignettes from my favorite literature. This is the first of them, based on Hemmingway’s Dangerous summer.
the current highlight of my photographic career, shooting John Larroquette holding a plastic mallard
shooting Gila and Choya at the same time was tantamount to walking into the Louvre, pulling the Mona Lisa off the wall, and smashing it over my head, then wandering around trapped in the picture frame bleeding all over the marble parquet, leering beatifically. It was hot
One from a promo shoot for Salvage clothing, featuring Aaron, the drummer from Prong. The remainder of the images are top secret for now, as they depict unreleased scenes of carnal t-shirt chaopathy that cannot see the light of day. I.E. no one’s seen the designs, and yes, thats a made up word. For those of you who care deeply, I also shot the cover art for Prongs most recent CD, which I don’t have yet….hopefully its really disgustingly goodlooking, like the drummer Aaron.
the 2 faces of my great sage and friend Erin, and her Janus faced anti-hipster, Weston, who is so cool, he had to face away from the camera lest I became over infatuated with his oh so bloggable face. I think if they have a boy baby together, he’d look just like the infant version of keifer sutherland. My camera and I will bear witness should this singularity occur.
kate, keep your boobs to yourself, you showoff. Albeit a wonderful model and designer, Kate cannot help but flaunt her chesty bits, insisting to all and sundry that they admit to her boob supremacy and kowtow before them. If I had a pound sterling for every time she mentioned them things, what with the currency exchange and US interest rates at an all time low, I have, like, 4 dollars.
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