Archive for January, 2013
It feels like everybody I know is trying to talk me into adopting a new beagle. I will, in time, once I know where I’m going to be living a year from now. But after seeing this video (courtesy of one of my favorite friends, Jodi) I can say one thing: if I had THIS at home, I couldn’t bring myself to leave the house… not to get food… not to go to work…
Here’s cute model Parker Gregory in cute Superman panties, photographed by Arnaldo Anaya-Lucca.
All photos in this post by Arnaldo Anaya-Lucca.
Rick Day is producing some of the hottest photography these days. Here’s one of Rick’s shoots with model Daniel Garofali, who’s also making quite an impression.
All photos in this post by Rick Day.
Here is Milla Jovovich and Tyson Ballou, photographed by Sean & Seng for the new Sisley Spring/Summer 2013 ad campaign. Milla is stunning, Tyson is stunning, and I think these photos are gorgeous and moody.
My day yesterday was pretty much perfect, even though nothing of particular interest happened. I worked at my day job (sometimes, like this week when I get to write original content about gerrymandering, The Church of Scientology and the Academy Awards, I really love my day job). I ate Mexican food for lunch. I went to the gym for 30 minutes of cardio. I edited photos. I texted boys (lately, I’ve been texting a LOT of boys). I ate pizza with Jay #1 (my ex and current roommate) and I talked on the phone with Jay #2 (oh, I guess I haven’t talked to you about him yet; he might be my first real “date” since becoming single). I watched “Truth or Dare” at 10pm (I’m on a Madonna kick).
Last night it was warm and raining here in Indiana, so I opened my bedroom window and slept with it like that, without my usual white noise fan turned on. I wanted to hear the rain. I probably didn’t sleep as deeply as I would have otherwise, but it’s okay. It feels like my lungs are full of clean air for the first time in months, and that makes it worth it.
In other news, here’s a fantastic photo of my favorite American city. I just stumbled across this today. [Click to enlarge.]
Photo credit unknown (I found this on Pinterest). But I’d love to know who the photographer is.
Model Sean O’Pry is everywhere right now. I think hardly a day goes by when I don’t see him in some photo spread somewhere, whether it’s on a fashion blog or in a magazine. (I’ve even featured him twice before on this blog.) Here he is again, for the February 2013 issue of Details magazine, photographed by Robbie Fimmano. [Click to enlarge.]
Some things have changed since I’ve been single. For one thing, you can find me on Grindr and Scruff and Jack’d and maybe a couple of similar sites now. And thanks to that, I’ve seen some shitty photography that I never knew existed. It’s amazing what people post for public consumption under the false belief that they are putting their best self out there; it’s amazing what people put out there that they think is really going to make someone want to talk to them. Wait, it’s not amazing — it’s sad.
Some of the photos I’ve seen are so bad that it occurred to me that I should hold a seminar on how to take a good self pic for dating/hookup sites. And so, without further delay, here are my rules:
- Don’t lie down. Yes, it might be flattering, it might be an instant facelift, and it might make you look less round and more long — but that’s just the problem. If you lie on your back and hold the camera at a 90-degree angle to you and shoot, people are all going to assume that you’re overweight. More importantly, people are going to assume that you’re trying to hide it.
- Don’t get too close. Extreme close up shots of your face are creepy. At worst, you look like a serial killer. At best, you’re invading the viewer’s personal space — and we can already tell from one photo that you’re going to be clingy and needy. That’s not sexy.
- Don’t hide behind sunglasses. Sunglasses make it pretty clear that you’ve got something to hide. This is especially true if you’re REALLY using sunglasses to hide something, such as the crows feet around your eyes or the fact that you’re Asian.
- Don’t use a profile shot. Profile shots are shady. To the viewer, a profile shot gives the appearance that you are too hideous to look at straight on.
- Don’t show anything besides your face. You might have the best left nipple within 500 miles, but a photo of your left nipple isn’t going to tell anyone that they want to meet you. (And sorry, I’ve said for years that I don’t care how great your cock is if your face is fucked up. Show it.)
- Use a new photo. Specifically, under no circumstances should your photo be more than 2 years old. You don’t think you’ve changed. But trust me, you’ve changed.
- Don’t take too many photos in your car. Yes, your car, with its roof and windows on three sides of you, is an ideal lightbox that fills in the circles under your eyes and erases your crows feet and makes you look great. But that’s the problem: EVERYONE looks good when they take a photo of themselves driving. If you upload nothing else, people might be disappointed when they see the real you.
- Don’t lie about your age. Okay, so this has nothing to do with photography, but since I’ve joined a few of these websites I’ve seen some really tired-looking 30 year olds. And I’ve seen some people that I know in real life who must be zombies because they haven’t aged since 2000. Would you rather we think you look great for 46 or like shit for 34? Come on.
I’m not into leather (or vinyl, as it may be). But oh my God, I’d LOVE it if one of my models bought this and then brought it over for a photo shoot.
When Jay and I were first dating and he introduced me to the illustrations of Edward Gorey, as soon as I saw Figbash I said, “I am going to have a black cat named Figbash someday.”
I found him with a rescue group in Petsmart in 2006. He had been living in the dog pound for four months and was three weeks away from being euthanized. From the minute I picked him up that day until the minute he took his last breath this morning, Figbash was purring. He loved everybody. You couldn’t take a nap alone in our house and I never had a photo shoot when I didn’t have to ask Figbash to leave the model alone. He was the nicest cat I have ever met.
By strange coincidence, as I was preparing this post I looked at the date and realized that I put Figbash to sleep on the anniversary of the day my mother died. No wonder I’ve been feeling a little reflective, aloof, and distant this weekend.
Normally I’m not a big fan of multiple-exposure photography, but I like these. It could be the subject matter, which is Next model Lenny Müller.
All photos in this post by Joe McCormick for MéNenti.