Somebody get my shotgun, somebody get my blade.

Its been quite some time since I’ve actually said anything on here. A lot has happened since we last spoke. I’ve been really cutting down on assignment work in hopes of working on bigger projects that I’d like to work on, but also because I picked up a gig at Conde Nast as a retoucher / photo editor (real job!?). It’s really given me a consistent income and that has really helped me focus on doing some actual projects. Other freelancers know how much of a pain in the ass it is to get a consistent pay. Even if you are shooting all the time, the whole “companies paying you when the feel like it” vibe finally beat me up enough after 4 years.

A few friends and I banded together a couple of weekends ago for one of those 72 hour film competitions. Below are some screen grabs from it. For a bunch of rag tag dudes with no experience filming a movie, I like to think it came out well. I cant show it yet, but if you can figure out what this movie is about based on the stills, I’d be really impressed. Mostly because you’re going to have a hard enough time figuring out what the movie is about after you actually watch it.

We only made the movie because I really just wanted to kick someone in the face.

Also here is David Barker, one of the creators of the 33 1/3 book series. The books I would read in line at college while waiting to buy my actual text books. For the Boston Phoenix.

We came from nowhere.

Been pretty busy with work and such these days. Didnt want to make it look like i forgot about you.

I made  photographs for fun yesterday, which never happens. At some point I forgot that this is supposed to be fun and not feel so much like work.

Know what i mean?

my fake plants died because i forgot to pretend to water them.

Its been quite some time since I’ve posted anything, but its definitely not because i dont like you. So far 2012 has been super productive and I’ve been doing my best to stay on top of everything. A lot of stuff is waiting to be published, so I can unfortunately not share that with you. Below is a tiny bit of what I’ve been up to though.

A good friend of mine and great writer up in Boston put together a book about the occupy movement and I had the pleasure of being included with a piece that I did for the Boston Phoenix back in November. First images published in a book? I’ll take it.

I also got to do a portrait of Kian Freitas, a Baritone based out of New York City. Here he is. Sitting on a couch. Riveting.

Jokes aside, I’m currently cooking up a few big things for this year and hopefully they actually manifest themselves into something greater than me talking a bunch of shit on a blog.

Also, heres a few things taken from my phone. If you are on instagram, my handle is paulnonymous. handle it.

And if i havent already mentioned it, i am also on tumblr here. Mostly videos taken while hanging out, but check it out anyway.

get to the top, im too tired to rock.

I shot the 11th annual no pants ride in NY on sunday for the Village Voice. Its become quite a media circus with a bunch of non participating weirdo photographers. If you want to make a photographer uncomfortable, take his/her picture.

I’m not above participating myself.

the lengths to which he’d go.

It has been a little while since my last blogpost, but I didnt want you to think that its because I havent been photographing a gang of shit and trying to keep a balance of personal work and work that puts the gyoza on the table. The last few months have been kind of all over the place culminating in what can only be described as the most terrifying and liberating thing I have done in a long time. I deactivated facebook.

Oh yeah?

Yeah.

I’m about to talk about my disconnection from the social network because of my personal gripes with nothing better than a ranty, whiskeyed, personal blog post, as backwards as that is.

You see, this will be the first time since I started college where I wont be actively on some sort of social networking site. The direct access to my personal life and to have access to all of your lives felt so damn off putting today that on a whim, I decided to just disconnect all together. Not to say that I dont care about what you are all up to and how you are doing these days, but its nothing that an email, text message, or phone call couldn’t resolve. I mean, our parents didnt have facebook growing up, even though some of them do now.

At the end of my facebook life I had a fluctuating number of friends anywhere in between 485-490 friends, which leads me to believe that some of you have deactivated and activated right back, which isn’t a big deal, but when the number would change I would have pretty much no clue who was gone unless we speak more often than not. Out of close to 500 people I’ve ever met, I’d like to think that at most, I talk to maybe 20 of you? Its clear that people come and go in your life, it doesnt devalue our friendships, but to lump you all into the “490” feels like something less meaningful.

There is no doubt that what readership I have here is surely to take a sharp decline, since most of my hits come after i post on facebook, but for the anonymous few  that check this, i’d like to think we interact regularly and i dont have to tell you on facebook to check out what kind of photos ive been making lately.

So heres to the end of pictures of my dog, one liners from songs im listening to, pictures of me drunk, declining invites to parties that arent even in my city, reminders of how things used to be, reminders of how things actually are, not having to check the weather update because everyones status update does it for me, likewise on how the 49ers are doing, links to blogposts like these, lurking, and liking your updates.

dont worry though, you can still find me on flickr, instgram, tumblr, words with friends, and linkedin. and if you feel so inclined to drop a note here, i will respond accordingly.

fuck off, facebook.

Elliot Erwitt didnt have a facebook.

Call to John now.

 

Remember when the world was supposed to start ending last month? The Boston Phoenix asked me to hang out with the end of the world team here in New York. Despite me not believing in god at all, the judgement day bus and its followers were really cool with me.

 

they picked me last to play, i picked them first to die.

goal. champions league soccer shot for Nike.

i am extra sleepy today.

habitual line stepper.

So I signed up for instagram, fucking sue me.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH MISS LIPPY.

No One Ever Really Dies

A few months back I worked as a 2nd cam on a video for New Era with N*E*R*D. I think you can tell which little bits are mine (this is when I was obsessed with shifting focus on my 5d. Im not very good at it.)

Anyway, heres to me not being full of shit when I told you I was hanging with Pharrell and friends.

I want a lot now, so come on.

JPG Magazine Issue 26, Opening Spread!

Peep game on the new JPG magazine and you can see my 2nd double truck of all time. also, new weblaunch coming tomorrow! if i can figure out this god damn url forwarding. for now check out where the site lives here.

its password protected. youre going to have to figure it out.

hint – puff is to mase as _________ is to gatekeeper
(there is no dana, only zuul).