Super Scary House

That we shot... this place was haunted for sure. Some old man lived there for a long time, all alone.

Huh?

Wo wo whoa?

Yeah, bet you weren't expecting that either. But it's true, when there is something small and shiny that needs some love, we love to love... Keep an eye out for El Grande... he's floatin' around out there, too. . .

... oh yes, and don't forget some creative direction from Graham Shaw...

Who the hell is...

keeney + law?

answer: we are.

new name. new rep (Rhoni Epstein). new work...

stay tuned.

LA Holgie Shots

I love my Holga. It is the easiest and least worried about camera you could ever own. I throw it in my purse with a variety of 120 film like provia or velvia 50 (depending on how I feel), fp4 and portra nc and off I go. You can shoot it without even looking through the viewfinder and there is a high chance you'll get a cool image. At least in my own personal experience.

I was down in LA a month or so ago with a friend of mine when I took these. We were walking in a industrial neighborhood going to a sample sale and we saw smoke emanating from this building and whaddaya know.... my Holga is in my bag. So I snapped a couple and I was confident that I had a least one that I would like and to my surprise I liked all three. So here they are.... Can you guess what film I used? Michael? Wanye? I am pretty sure they are the only two who actually read this blog...

Back. .kcaB

Ah yes, home sweet home. Did everyone miss their dose of "Narcissistic Blog About Absolutely Nothing" while we were gone? ::eyes rolling in a condescending manner:: I can see you doing that, by the way...

In any event, our super sweet journey was super sweet. Saw some monkeys, did ssssssstuff, snapped a pic or two. Standard sweet stuff. Sweeeeeet. Sssstuff.

Bummer is, we came home, and my monitor started flickering like an old neon light in an adult bookstore. I took her down to Apple and kissed her goodbye for 7-10 working days, and now here I stay with my little laptop, without new pictures, without sweet songs in my itunes, with only internet. Like I fucking want internet.

It's time to grapple with Apple.

Like you were all really awaiting the next installment of NBAN anyway (you can call it BAN for short... I mean, hey, express yourself). Well, it'll be here. In the meantime we are trying to get stuff together on Jasmine's computer for our At Edge webpage. Who woulda thought... us, At Edge (click on narcissistic link to a place where we do not yet exist, At Edge).

Somebody give me a life.

Please.