terry richardson.

have i ever mentioned how much i love his work? his photographs are raw, real and evocative. everything about them is exciting to look at. he takes pop culture to a new level where his photos seem to bring the celebrities down a notch and to more of a tangible level for us lesser-folks. here are some samples of my personal favourites. if you haven't checked out his tumblr, click the link to and take a first-hand look at terry richardson's diary. http://terrysdiary.com/

i got.

so, so good.

sinless summer- mildly revised.

[Note: In order to keep this essay to the length of two pages, important characters of the summer were left out but that is not to say that they were not equally as crucial parts of the summer as the four depicted here. This essay is to establish the feeling between the two "couples" of the story.]

The air is crisp, fresh. The stars are some of the brightest I've seen. We're halfway through what we'll soon come to know as the best summer of our lives.

what about?

you were not what i needed
was my drunk just defeated so i stay
and of course i don't want you
i just want to hear what you would say
and on my way home, i scream, "i get it!"
and the sky screamed right back,
"so why'd you let it do you this way?"

don't write me lines from your steel box
all propped on wheels worn by exhaust
clothesline, clothesline for hearts to share
with the holds to my heart like the linen i wear
and all the popular girls will stare
at the hundred and odd guns i bare.

so what about me?
me on top of you?
all soft in your ear,
time-tested radio tunes.
and what about me?
me on top of you?
all soft in your ear
time-tested radio tunes.
time tested radio tunes.

hey, hey man- with the reveling machine
studying the place of your memory
on and on and on to space
where they don't duck and roll at the crash of your name
i would grant you a cameo, baby
with the sound of the stage
and the sway of a lady.

so what about me?
me on top of you?
all soft in your ear,
time-tested radio tunes.

you were not what i needed

was my drunk just defeated so i stay

and of course i don't want you

i just want to hear what you would say

and on my way home, i scream, "i get it!"

and the sky screamed right back, 

"so why'd you let it do you this way?"

so what about me?

me on top of you?

all soft in your ear,

time-tested radio tunes.

madder red.

untitled 1.

[Note: The attached photo is not the one intended to go with the essay - obviously, since my dad is missing. Until I can find the one I reference in the essay, at least you'll have some sort of image to go along with it.]

When I look at this photograph, I see two happy people. I see a little girl who is six and thinks that her dad is the greatest dad in the whole world. The matching outfits say it all. What I don't see when I look at this photograph is the tragedy of the years to come. I don't see the entire loss of admiration and hope for one of this little girl's biggest role models.

cleaner slate.

alright. so, where i left off last is completely unimportant. since i turned twenty, a lot of things have happened to me, so rather than bore anyone with the details that are less than captivating, i'll give you one of my - what seems to be becoming quite frequent (i should work on posting more regularly) - summaries of the past almostmonth.

lately, i've been trying my hand at using black & white
film more often, instead of just resorting to disposables.

the last two photos are from shannon's last days in vermont.

she left a week before my birthday and i'm so glad i got to 

spend at least near the entirety of her last week her with her.