COPS AND ROBBERS!!!

don't you HATE it when you get all excited about some headline and then the story has NOTHING to do with the headline? ya, me too. anyways, i love shooting portraits. i'd like to be a freelance portrait photographer. i mean, not like the creepy guy in the sweater-vest that came to your elementary school once a year for those beloved happy-snaps of your dorky lookin', glasses wearin', smilin'-like-the cheesy-kid-you-never-wanted-to-be-but-that-this-guy-thought-your-parents-would-love, face. but instead, i mean portrait photographer extraordinaire. portrait photographer to the stars. ok, i don't like famous people...and i'm hardly an extraordinaire.....alright, i'll be working at burger king. i mean i've wanted to be a lot of things that never came to fruition. i remember i wanted to be nolan ryan when i was a little kid. then i realized i'd have to be really good at baseball, and that was the end of that. and then in junior high, me and every other 13-year-old guy just wanted to be a fly on the wall of the cheerleaders' locker room. that never happened either. if it had, i'd probably be taking pictures from a jail cell right about now. oh well, maybe i'll have better luck with the portrait thing.

sorry it's been a long time since i posted. i know all of you (mom) must have terribly missed my only slightly coherent ramblings. it's been crazy busy down here the last week or so. our publisher keeps dumping stories in my lap since he knows i'm leaving in a week and wants to get as much use outta me as possible. which makes absolute sense. to a point. anyways, it's not really his fault. people down here just don't call you back. i mean, WTF mate? it's not THAT hard to return a stinkin phone call. or email. i know it's not cause they're busy...i mean it's key west fer cryin' out loud. they're probably just all sauced up at margaritaville and i didn't get invited. c'est la vie. did i spell that right? i wish i actually knew another language. i know lots of spanish vocab...like ridiculous sums of useless words like "elbow" and "above"....but i couldn't conjugate a verb to save my life. i think i might try and work on my spanglish skills this semester...it'd be a pretty useful skill.

anyways, onto the good stuff. i had a portrait session with quincy perkins (a movie producer/director, really nice guy, and overly patient model) yesterday and it was magnanimous. two and a half hours. hasselblad, studio lights, and FILM. you know, that crazy looking plastic stuff your parents used to use? the only bad part about it is you have to wait forever to see the results. i won't get to develop the negs until i get back to austin in a week or so. however, just for your pleasure and benefit, i cheated. i made a very few test exposures with the digital just for kicks. they came out well, but i think the film shots are going to be WAYYYYYYYY better. i've been having a lot of trouble making the colors/tonality of the images show up correctly on this blog site. oh well, here ya go:







that's all i got. i'm tired of typing...outta practice i guess. can't wait to get back to texas and see all your beautiful smiling mugs. and eat real bbq. and real tex mex.

i love you all. peace.