They're back...

More shiny little boxes, with direction from Graham Shaw. . .

Enjoy.

Por una pasta. . .

We have a side job that we do for a select number of clients. It's not a job that we're particularly proud of, but it helps pay the bills, and in this economy... hey, anything, right? Yeah.

These jobs are mainly interiors. The majority of the shots are mundane to us, all but the vignettes. With the vignettes we can get in close, and pretend we are artsy freaks. I like to tuck my jeans into my socks and pretend I'm a bike messenger. It gives me a thrill unrivaled.

None of what I just said in those last two sentences is actually true, but I will say this: The vignettes are the part of the job that we enjoy most. I hope it shows.

Here's one that Jasmine nabbed. You can place your own text.

Mr. Big Head and Dunlop

The new Way Huge site is up and running. This was a great project to work on with all the folks over at Dunlop. Creative Dir by the great Graham Shaw. Special thanks to Joey Tosi for making shit happen. Getting the 20+ lights rigged would not have been as easy without him. You can check it out here . . .

Have fun.

Old Friend, Old Foto

A pic of our friend Aaron from way back when. We lived in an early twentieth century servants' quarter behind a mansion in Santa Barbara. It had weathered old wood, and avocado trees grew their limbs up to our kitchen windows. The two of us separately inhabited the top floor, our doors only a few feet apart. We'd wake each other up in the morning with weird noises, discussing the surf, and drinking coffee. The warm afternoons brought barbecue and cold beer. There was artwork in the hallways. Creaking on windy nights. An old motorcycle.

It was sad the day Aaron left. A drug dealer had moved in below us, and the vibe had all but vanished from the little world we had back there. We packed up and moved soon thereafter to another old house that creaked, but this time no avocados. Indeed, it was never the same.

When in the UK

Check out this J Dunlop ad.

More shiny, little boxes to come soon...

and maybe someday a new site... ?

It's out there...

The new stuff, that is. Here's a little somethin somethin that is in print right now...

Back in the fog...

We've been working hard lately, I swear. Things have been focused on the long term... lots of busy work. Which has been difficult to stay focused on, especially with all the great weather we've been blessed with the past 2+ weeks. Calm offshore breezes. Great fuckin' surf. For a little while there, we thought we were never going to see the fog again. But guess what. It's back. And it's really frickin' cold.

Maybe it's a good thing. We're tying up the loose ends. Finishing up the book. New site coming soon. Even a new blog...

For now, Chappie. A rescue dog who found a sucker... back from a warm time.

Lee.

The result of a 10 day fast. . .

Part one.

What gives.

Alright. It's not like anyone reads this blog. I mean, it is a shamefully conspicuous tool for shameless self promotion. And sure, maybe there's nothing wrong with that... but maybe there is. We will, in time, when we actually have something that we feel is relevant to say, post things on our blog. But not this blog. It'll be a new blog. A totally new experience that will tickle your creative collar bone. Maybe. Just maybe it'll be something worth while. We'll call it Version 2.0. Until then you all (whoever the three people are that read this thing... Mom, is that you?) can bask in the filth that we call our blog. And yes, it feels dirty to be this shameless. But we have no shame, so please enjoy whatever you come across in here... without shame.

A little break.

Michael and I spend about 99.99% of our time working. The other day we needed a break and drove around looking for things to shoot. We ended up at one of our favorite spots here in SF.... Here is one of the shots we got out of our little excursion.

PSwha?

I used to love Photoshop. I could sit and do it without flinching for hours on end and STARE, drooling all over my keyboard. You know how it is. You start to tilt your head to one side or the other, simultaneously moving closer to the giant, oversized screen before you. Burning eyes. Ocular migraines. It's a big pool of weird glowing fun.

News flash. I hate Photoshop. WE hate Photoshop. We're on a one way track to Photoshop burnout-dom. That's right. At least today... at least today.

As if there weren't enough conflict in the battle for artistic equilibrium already, you have to take into consideration the moral standpoint, too. "Well, they're fat. Do I push their jowl line in to here? or to hhhhhhhere..."

Just because you can doesn't mean you should.

"... and liiiike, do you think you could take out this winkle in my face. In my jacket. In my dress. Do you do lives as well?"

::sigh:: Despite all this, I still love it... sometimes. Just not today.

Something...

... new.

... Part 2

Of the Jim Dunlop series.

Apparently it's out there pokin' around . . .

and yeah, we still know what you're thinkin'.

"wtf, product?"

Inspiration

So, once again cleaning out the old Lacie and I found another one of my favorite shots. For some reason, my favorite shots always seem to be on film and square. I think maybe I am telling myself something there. Michael will agree with me on that square format is his favorite as well. I find it funny that we hardly ever shoot our Hassi's (we each have our own because in this case we cannot share). So, added to the top of my million things to do list is: shoot more film in my Hasselblad... starting tomorrow.

Down with...

Webhero. They are at the absolute bottom of the list. It seems impossible for them to forward on a web link, and even more so to successfully keep one's email account intact. I guess that's why so many people go with that Mountain somethin'ernother company... I bet this garbage doesn't happen with them.

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.