Oh weather

Pros about good weather:
Cleavage
Ass
Legs

Cons about good weather:
Cleavage
Ass
Legs.

I'm not one to talk because I'm totally rocking a beer belly right now, but actually I am one to talk. I am a guy so that gives me that right. Every time the weather gets hot, the skin comes out. With that being said, chicks are always rocking the short shorts, tank tops, and flip flops.

While there isn't anything bad about the combination, with the wrong body, it can be all sorts of trouble. Yeah I now beauty is only skin deep, but some people have their preferences. I for one have a thing about legs. Cottage cheesey legs bug me the fuck out. So does no calf definition and worst of all, cankles.

This goes with guys too. I don't care how hot it is, if your calf merges with the ankle, please put some pants on. As judgmental as I am being, it just bothers me way too much. And also, enjoy the weather, ditch the car and go for a walk. It will make your calves look more defined.

I dont know why I am saying any of this.

Change of Scenery

Left New Brunswick for once, and by that I mean not home at Jersey City or New York City, but Atlantic City. I don't normally leave the area on weekends because I'm too busy partying, but I wanted to try something else. Nothing against getting fucked up, but Thursday night into Thursday morning, drinking finally caught up to me. I went to Atlantic City with Kelley and her two friends. We stayed at one of her houses, this joint floated on water. Was taking a dump and the wind blew and I felt the house move. It was pretty sick. Saturday was such a beautiful day. The weekend was relaxing. Here are a few pictures, hos.

Someone's Absent.

Leads to the Atlantic

Marine Yard

Over Done.

Lucy


I normally don't take pictures of not people, but after learning more shit about digital photography, I thought it was about time to make this camera more than just a glamorized point and shoot.

The weekend consisted of a lot more than just Shore scenery. Atlantic City's boardwalk is Jersey Shore's version of Chinatown. So much miscellaneous and useless shit. I wish I bought a BB Gun. We also went to an indoor flea market in south Jersey, but I was so hell bent on getting a pair of sunglasses and brass knuckles that I didn't bother to take pictures. Looking back on it, I really should have.

That was my Saturday in a nutshell.

Oh why oh why

I know digital will never be able to capture the same aesthetic as film, but it's fun trying to fuck with shit in the post process. I know a lot of my entries have been about pictures lately, but I'm fucking around with shit and giving you guys an inside look at stuff I do when I'm bored.

Painting Realism

Turning photo into painting. Practicing something new. I'll keep going at it.



Phil and I are gonna go into an art partnership soon. I'm gonna take the pix. Phils gonna process them. Shit should be good. We need a name.

Cloudy Nights

Light Graffitti

I wanted to try it out. Dan Fig did most of the tagging.

Chillin Heavy.

Partying it up in New Brunswick. Wordy.

Roy


Jayme


Heather


Andrew

Partay!

Went to a Mighty Healthy jump off last night. I would post some pictures, but I'm waiting to see if they use the ones I took first. So I'll just give a shout out to the sponsors.

Antenna Magazine. All day erday.


Mighty Healthy. All day erday.


Marani Vodka. Tastes like Majorska to me!


It was a good time. I shoulda fucking brought business cards.

Keeping an Eye Out

I've recently been getting into post-processing some of the pictures that I have been taking. It's pretty fun trying to make your digital photos look like cheap plastic film photos. I've been reading shit online about how to do what in photoshop, so nothing is really perfect, I just personally think that they look cool.

Twenty-four inch rims just lampin' in the parking lot behind the gym on College Avenue. I walked by it and was like, "I HAVE to take a picture of this". Mainly because, HOW THE FUCK DO YOU DRIVE THAT ON THE ROADS IN NEW BRUNSWICK?! But it was still nice to look at.


This picture isn't too appealing, but I was walking around with my shorty, and we walked by the old folks bingo center, and these kids were using the disk ground game floor, whatever, to practice some trix. They didn't land anything so much, but it reminded me of my bed jumping chronicles.