From a photshoot with Mishka for headshots, portfolio, and her media package. (My rates.)
using the yard as a natural backdrop
Author: foxtongue
Spectaculous! Ridonkeykong!
The only thing I can claim is being proud of knowing many of the people who had been working on it for months. That and scavenging a number of the major props which are currently sitting in Theory Labs or are being built into my new bedroom… The wall they stand against at the end? Now behind my bed… Not sure what to do with the air cannons but I’m sure we can find a use for them if we just apply ourselves…
So… Behold OK GO’s new video and the Rube Goldberg machine that all of our friends have worked on…
The Making Of: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV. Also, for the same song, the Marching Band video.
like the sound teeth make when they casually come together, resting lightly inside of your head
Seven o’clock. Huh. Last time I looked it was only six, and the time before that, somewhere around four. The night drowned in the hours I was working on photography, clicking through pictures, polishing, discarding. Carlos bought one of my test Plywerk runs, a large black and white print of Vancouver in winter, a man standing to the right of a snowy street, elegantly silhouetted in the midst of chaos just off screen, a glittering sea of girls in club dresses with high heels up to here, shivering on the arms of loud men, boys really, too drunk to fuck, too young to care. My first photography sale at the new shop, the first, I hope, of many. I remember the very small sound my camera made in that moment, somehow saved for me by the miraculous insulating properties of snow. Even in the midst of a thousand voices shouting into cellphones, desperate, dangerous, all seeking cabs, I could still hear it, that minuscule, hesitant click.
updates from an earthquake, so unbelievably glad he’s okay
Check out his art at The Secret Knots.
paying the rent, one shutterclick at a time
From today’s photshoot with Mishka for headshots, portfolio, and her media package. (My rates.)
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a favourite comic
the news I came home to last night
It is with deep regret that I post this news. After a massive search, Andrew Koenig has been found dead of suicide in Stanley park. He was fun, attractive, and charming, and though socially we only touched lightly in passing, I adored him, and he was family to many of mine. He will be missed.
epic
Watch The Video: Shane MacGowan, Bobby Gillespie, Nick Cave, Johnny Depp, Chrissie Hynde, Paloma Faith, Glen Matlock, Eliza Doolittle, Mick Jones, (who plays a fire extinguisher), and some others I couldn’t identify, have covered “I Put A Spell On You” as a benefit record to aid Haiti reconstruction. Pre-order it here.
another symptom
On the wall of the ladies room there is a picture, a long, soft-focus black and white photograph of a woman lying mostly naked on a bed in Seattle, only a few blocks away from where I live when I’m with you. I identify the city by inference, the lights of the tower, the three streaks of white light dotted in rows along the top of Queen Anne, washed out, pale, seen dimly through sheer curtains. There is no way to know when the picture was taken, what year, how recent, no clues, the bed is ordinary, the bedside lamp a timeless shape with a round bland shade, except that it was night. Instead it sits on the wall like a secret, knowledge of a moment, nudity, vulnerability, where I have never been, but have walked past, ignorant. Her face turned away, her luminous body partially draped with a thin white blanket, she could be anyone, somehow she could even be me. It seems for a moment like this recognition should feel like a message, that my bones should ring, that my blood should ache, and I should miss you, your city, your being, but instead I recall a memory, a terrible waking dream; how it would feel to walk by your apartment and no longer own a key, to arrive and understand that your home is my home no longer, a vibrant flash of possible self so hollow it shed time as irrelevant and moved backward, showing me a future I hoped I’ll never have to see.
also ran into Shane, who gave me a We Are More pin.
Of everyone I know, Lung loves it best when I’m unemployed. He comes by almost daily to shake things up. It’s downright wonderful. Yesterday he met up with me and Michelle for tea, (her new seeing eye dog is adorabibble), then for a drive out to her place, where she showered us with books and gave me a simple air cast, so I can walk around without regularly collapsing in a sprained heap. Next week I’m going to start going out to her place to help her clean.
Today we’re going to visit Dominique and her tiny daughter, then drop in downtown to soak in some of the Olympics excitement and meet up with Mishka, who has a 4:oo Mariachi gig at Robson Square, playing on the stage downstairs next to the rink. The Olympics have been an exciting time for her – she’s going to be playing with Dan on CBC on Friday. I talked with her about it on the phone last night before their first rehearsal and it was absolutely lovely to hear just how far she’s over the moon! I’m always delighted when my friends connect, and even more when it tickles them so. Fingers crossed I’ll have the chance to take photos at their gig. (David told me after that I missed Dan and Shane being silly at Chapters yesterday, which was a bit of an damnit! moment, but then we got the ginger ice-cream out and the world was alright again.)
Later this evening, 8 pm later, Jess Hill will be playing at Cafe Monmarte with Erica Mah. Even though I’m not sure Lung is game for it, I know Ray will be, so I’m guaranteed to go. She’s amazing. You should go too!