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[12 Dec 2009|03:01pm] |
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Bonnaroo 2009 Photos.
Adventures on the road with the Vermont Joy Parade, a circus all the way from NYC to Tennessee and all the way back to Burlington. These are photos from my 10 days as a photojournalist for the Joy Parade and the Bonnaroo Buskers. Impromptu shows at Walmart, not-so-commissioned murals, buffet shows in the slums of Baltimore, Pardenik cheeseburgers on the Jersey Shore, more spandex than you could possibly dream of, water balloon burlesque bachelor parties in fields, 2AM strip teases, and so, so, so much more.
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| You Rascal, You. |
[02 Nov 2009|10:03am] |
Thanks to everyone who came out to my show on Friday; the turnout was really great, plus having a show on the night before Halloween also has its perks. And thanks to Mary for taking over camera duty for me!
Zebra Cakes and Twinkies just seemed more fitting than wine and cheese.
Eric likes to buy me 40s and Galen likes to buy me Jameson and both of them like to wrap them in ribbon and present them in a brown paper bag.
Yeah, baby.
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| Cannibal Sam LaClown and Greg Nixon. |
[17 Oct 2009|01:39pm] |
Check out these tough guys.
8 People in a Ford Focus, Katzenjammer, organic pizza break-in, broken 40, 60 PBRs in the trunk, lap seats, accordion player, wheelbarrow fire, creepy mannequin, robo leg, girl from high school, glowing green barrel, bananas, two boxes of macaroni and cheese, stink-eye, accordion player, drive-bys that are not stealth, dumb pointy crochet hat, Villanelles, hot toddies, my sister, butts saying hello, the Burlington House of Probably project, crowded intersection sprints, koala bear piggy-backs, ironic phone calls, bad dancing, accordion player. Good hustle.
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[06 Oct 2009|10:57am] |
Got the Firehouse Lower Level show for my photography, October 30th–December 12.
Saw someone I probably wasn't supposed to see but wanted to see and who wanted to see me for three last call beers at bars nobody could recognize us at and a can of PBR on an old couch.
Drove my truck up Church Street with him this morning after he brought me breakfast at the Jewish deli.
Sneaking into David Sedaris tonight because my keys and my resources are abundant.
Thank you, October.
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| Cannibal Sam. |
[05 Oct 2009|10:32am] |
I can't decide if he's really an aspiring glass walker or if he just likes the sight of his own blood, because something tells me that's not really how it's done...
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| Tristan Baribeau and Evan Borden. |
[02 Oct 2009|10:51am] |
Art Hoppin', literally. Fundalar had a backdrop set up and was taking shots of people jumping all weekend; little kids no older than 5, groups of sorority girls who couldn't jump without somehow falling over like idiots, humored tourists, and of course, dopes like my eccentric friends. A beautiful afternoon on my bike and in a dress entirely too short, a blatantly baked Tristan noticed the booth outside the furniture gallery where my work was displayed and immediately pointed, bluntly exclaiming, "THAT. I want to do THAT. NOW. Evan lets go." The proofs were shit, so I bought Tristan some prints for his birthday, and of course I had to scan them before handing them over.
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| Boston, Mass. |
[01 Oct 2009|02:57pm] |
So my mother and I totally had tickets for Wednesday's Red Sox game in the front row on the Green Monster. It was still pretty rad even though sometimes watching the Red Sox play baseball is kind of like sticking needles into your eyeballs. Also we brought dopey signs because sitting next to a professional heckler and two drunk dude-guys from Toronto obviously just isn't enough action for one section of seats at Fenway. Well, actually, it was more like my mom brought a recycled sign that she'd used at a previous game and I brought a sign that made fun of her sign for being a recycled sign.
(Figure A. will show all non-baseball-liking people what the legend known as the Green Monster is.)
Fig. A.
Relatively self-explanatory, I think.
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| I fucking love this truck. |
[28 Sep 2009|12:09pm] |
Pimping my ride since my originally intended "DOZER" plates were taken. And yes, my ring says Dildo. If anyone wants to make a joke about punching someone in the face and leaving an imprint, I recommend you stop first and think for a second about how many times I've heard that one before.
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