May 14, 2009
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There was something in her ethnicity that captured me.

There was something in her ethnicity that captured me.

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October 1, 2008

My life is now complete

cajunboy:

My Facebook/Myspace profile pic for about a year and a half now, probably the douchiest photo of me ever taken, made Hot Chicks With Douchebags. Some of the commentary is funny.

It seems my life is complete as well!
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May 3, 2008
I had an epiphany today…It seems I found myself in the swirling colors of a tumbling dryer.    I realized I am merely a mirage of beauty left behind…to rest in the soul of my drunken father. Beauty that rests on the pride of my jaded mother and all her regrets, living vicariously through my faults…in which she deems her success.Momma, don’t worry I finally found my calling. Not everyone can walk a tight rope and not fear falling.  We breathe deep together, and through a sigh I can forgive us all…through this sigh we will forgive us all…A.F   

I had an epiphany today…It seems I found myself in the swirling colors of a tumbling dryer.

   

I realized I am merely a mirage of beauty left behind…to rest in the soul of my drunken father. Beauty that rests on the pride of my jaded mother and all her regrets, living vicariously through my faults…in which she deems her success.

Momma, don’t worry I finally found my calling. Not everyone can walk a tight rope and not fear falling.

 

We breathe deep together, and through a sigh I can forgive us all…through this sigh we will forgive us all…A.F

   

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McCaren Park williamsburg BK, Winter 07 I caught this after our first snow last year. I always take a walk after or during a snowstorm….when we actually get one. For me, It’s the most peaceful time of the year. There are those who appreciate the beauty of snow storms from in doors and those who feel it necessary to be in it. Then there is me…Who feels it necessary to be apart of it, by stealing the moment from time and boasting of my capture by recycling it to the world via tumblr. lol Let’s hope I don’t start robbing banks. I might make it a little to easy to crack the case. lol

McCaren Park williamsburg BK, Winter 07 

I caught this after our first snow last year. I always take a walk after or during a snowstorm….when we actually get one. For me, It’s the most peaceful time of the year.

There are those who appreciate the beauty of snow storms from in doors and those who feel it necessary to be in it. Then there is me…Who feels it necessary to be apart of it, by stealing the moment from time and boasting of my capture by recycling it to the world via tumblr. lol

Let’s hope I don’t start robbing banks. I might make it a little to easy to crack the case. lol

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May 2, 2008
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

feinsodville:

vaivoda:

Big Mama Thornton - Hound Dog

Now, I’m all for giving credit where credit is due, and when Elvis, who is a legend in his own right, covered this song, he certainly put his own spin on it, making it a jitterbug-worthy jam.

But sometimes, not even The King can out-do a queen.

So maybe Big Mama might not have induced knock-kneed fainting and shrieking from delirious, repressed, suburban teens (although you can bet her hips gyrating would have given the Wards and Junes even more to caterwaul about!), but she owns this song.

Presley’s reworking of the lyrics makes the tune about a pooch who’s lazy and ineffective at worst: “You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog / Cryin all the time. / Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit, / And you ain’t no friend of mine.”

But it’s Thornton’s original that lets us know what a real hound dog is:

“You made me feel so blue,
Well, you made me weep and moan.
‘Cause you ain’t looking for a woman,
All you’re lookin’ is for a home.
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You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog,
Been snoopin’ ‘round my door,
You can wag your tail,
But I ain’t gonna feed you no more.”

I know nobody likes a long audio post, but this one deserves a listen. Because after all, who needs sex, drugs and Rock & Roll, when you’ve got lust, booze and The Blues?

GOD…I have been a huge fan of hers since I was a little girl, growing up on BB King, then I understood…there can’t be a king, if there isn’t a queen…and she is that!

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True story….I shot this in the ocean at fire Island, with a dslr that was NOT waterproof, a plastic bag, and a stoned model. Safe to say….she had fun, the camera needed mild cleaning after the trip, and I got a great shot!!!!

True story….

I shot this in the ocean at fire Island, with a dslr that was NOT waterproof, a plastic bag, and a stoned model. Safe to say….she had fun, the camera needed mild cleaning after the trip, and I got a great shot!!!!

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Donna Marie Recco, Las Vegas

Donna Marie Recco, Las Vegas

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Donna Marie Recco, Las Vegas

Donna Marie Recco, Las Vegas

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Donna Marie recco, Las VegasI shot her for her new album while shooting the band Everclear in Vegas, for the album ‘The Vegas years’. She was more than wonderful to work with and turns out to be just as much an amazing singer song writer as she is an actress.

Donna Marie recco, Las Vegas

I shot her for her new album while shooting the band Everclear in Vegas, for the album ‘The Vegas years’. She was more than wonderful to work with and turns out to be just as much an amazing singer song writer as she is an actress.

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Donna Marie Recco, Las Vegas“Dance with the skeletons my love and learn their myths; for it is their murder that crawls through your veins”. A.F

Donna Marie Recco, Las Vegas

“Dance with the skeletons my love and learn their myths; for it is their murder that crawls through your veins”. A.F

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April 28, 2008
“ I dance with the devil hand in hand, adorned with seduction, mocking him in my sheer gown with nipples bare, leaving words of poison within his ear…A.F
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The rain is to assholes the way that the night is to freaks

cajunboy:

Dear assholes with umbrellas on crowded city streets during light drizzles, 

Just so you know, the burden of social responsibility in making sure that your stupid FUCKING umbrella doesn’t gouge one of my eyes out falls upon you, the person wielding the umbrella, and not me, the person who has no issue whatsoever with getting a few droplets of moisture onto his flesh while walking to get a FUCKING burrito and some lube! So don’t shoot me dirty looks when I have the unmitigated gall to violently shove your precious little circular canopy away from my face in self-defense.

Yours in Christ,

Cajun Boy 

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Tiana

Tiana

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Williamsburg brooklyn, the point at which the past meets the future.   I have a co dependency with my camera, one that won’t allow me to even go for a drink without it. Early October of last year I was having a drink at Zablowski’s with a friend of mine. We decided to call it a night and as we were venturing our way back to greenpoint, my eye gazed over the hauntings of this particular scene. In the distance a new condominium serves as the backdrop for an old mobil gas station that seems to have been accepted by the locals as a landmark, reminding us all of a time where it was a necessity and privilege to have a gas station in your hood. Now due to the economy and the need to be more green, such necessities have become figments of the past with the echoes of what we once were and the promises of what we strive to become.

Williamsburg brooklyn, the point at which the past meets the future.

  I have a co dependency with my camera, one that won’t allow me to even go for a drink without it. Early October of last year I was having a drink at Zablowski’s with a friend of mine. We decided to call it a night and as we were venturing our way back to greenpoint, my eye gazed over the hauntings of this particular scene. In the distance a new condominium serves as the backdrop for an old mobil gas station that seems to have been accepted by the locals as a landmark, reminding us all of a time where it was a necessity and privilege to have a gas station in your hood. Now due to the economy and the need to be more green, such necessities have become figments of the past with the echoes of what we once were and the promises of what we strive to become.

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