Day 772 of 365 Again. First of all, I guess, apologies to anyone who reads this over the RSS feed instead of on flickr. RSS feeds don’t have safety filters, so If you’re reading this on your work computer and are promptly getting fired… well, she’s hot enough that it’s worth it right? Anyway after…
Day 669 of 365 More.
In some ways I miss last year. This time last year I was unemployed and looking for work. Looking for work only takes so much time out of your week, so the rest of the time I spent working on photography and working out like I was in prison.
I was in great shape.
I’m not anymore. I’m fat and flabby and generally just not comfortable in my body. I spend most of my day at work and most of my evenings working on the comic strip or the podcast. It doesn’t leave a lot of time for anything else.
Don’t get me wrong, I love doing the podcast and Hellcats is a childhood dream come true. I mean, I’d be happier with both of them if I had more of an audience, but I’m hopeful that will happen.
I just don’t much like looking in the mirror or looking at pictures of me anymore.
So I took a break tonight and did some weight lifting. I don’t really feel like I look any better, but it’s a start. I need to work on the strip some more tonight, but if I can do that and still convince myself to get up early tomorrow, maybe I’ll put in 30 min. on the elliptical.
It’s time to bring sexy back one more time.
Day 665 of 365 More.
If I could only do one kind of picture in the 365 project it would be fake magazine covers. And if I was only allowed to fake one cover, over and over again, it would be this one.
Jameel ad I had the idea to do this cover with Steph way back when I did it the first time, and after yesterday’s virtual collaboration, I thought it might be nice to do an in person one as well.
So there you go. Steph’s a pimp.
And you think I’m bad.
Day 630 of 365 More. I was looking at my pics from the last month or so and I realized it had been a while since I was in explore. And looking closer, I realized it honestly had been a while since I deserved to be. Ever since starting the comic, I’ve kinda let anything…
Day 527 of 365 More. Amaya was in town this weekend and we hadn’t shot together in a while. In order to do something different I invited Sarah to shoot as well. We got some good shots done and I got a chance to copy the Tom Ford Vanity Fair cover, something I had been…
Day 488 of 365 More. I put a lot of stock in the fact that I don’t have to dress up for work every day. I could be making more money than I’m making right now, but that would be at places where I can’t wear jeans and t-shirts to work. Being able to dress…
Day 451 of 365 More. With all due apologies to Amaya, Marlo, Sarah and the others, meet my favorite model, Sunrise Adams. Ok, she would be, except that she has no idea who I am and has never posed for me. Given the way I behave, it might surprise people to know that I’m not…
Day 444 of 365 More. Random Mav-fact: I don’t sleep. I never have. I don’t know why, but for almost as long as I can remember, I’ve slept a lot less than I ever should have. Sometimes I’m not tired. Sometimes I am and I just can’t sleep. Anyway, it means I have a lot…
Day 436 of 365 More. Back when I joined Model Mayhem in March, Marlo was one of the first people to contact me about shooting with me. We quickly became friends but due to about a billion circumstances, I never actually got around to working with her. Well, until today anyway. What was supposed to…
Day 417 of 365 More. Life sucks sometimes. In fact, life sucks most of the time. I don’t know why that is. But I wish it would stop. Sometimes it does stop. For like ten seconds, the world melts completely away, and everything is ok. Then it goes back to sucking. I wish ten seconds…
Day 411 of 365 More. Damndest thing. Overslept. As best I can tell, it was something like 100 years. I woke up in a desolate future. The world I knew gone, I walked the land, against the wind. A world I did not know. A dark world where a man’s worth was judged by the…
Day 393 of 365 More. Woke up crazy early this morning (well, ok, 8am, but its a fucking Saturday) to take Steph to her parents house so that she can do some kind of charity bike ride. Sixty miles over two days sounds insane until you realize that her father and sister are doing the…
Day 389 of 365 More. Actually had a pretty good job interview today. I’m pretty sure that I have a job there if I want it, which takes a lot of the pressure off for Thursday’s interview. Of course I’ve been wrong before, so I’m not out of the woods yet. But I do feel…
Day 365 of 365 days. 1 year. 365 photos. 4964 shots taken to get there. I was kind of hoping that I’d get a call from the job I want yesterday so that my story would have a happy ending, but I guess that wasn’t to be. As I said yesterday, I don’t know what…
Day 363 of 365 days. A lot of people have asked me if Jack Scoresby is really dead after yesterday’s picture. Of course not. He’s alive and well. Just shorter than he used to be. See… he’s right here. Strangely, after taking his head and absorbing his power, my photo style has changed a little…