Archived entries for photography
EDIT: Damn, I’m bad at the Internet today. It’s a Photoshop. He did it, but he wasn’t wearing the bikini top.
Time to do this again.
How it works: I post the images I’ve collected during my amblings around the Internet until I run out of them or get bored. In most cases, I don’t have any idea where they came from or who made them. Just sit back and let the Imagegeist roll over you.
New images are after the cut.
From Kip’s Memphrapalooza Thanksgiving Bash 2010 Photobooth Epicness that happened this weekend.
…where some one gets into a fight and their face is slammed into a telephone pole covered in rusty staples.
Something like this:
Staples embedded in telephone pole, The Marigny, New Orleans, by Clayton Cubitt.
It seems like such a brutal and painful thing to do to some one. Along the lines of “biting the curb”.
Even if it was accidental, it would leave an incredible scar. Dozens of tiny lines, criss-crossing a face.
The perfect thing for a villain or anti-hero.
From Dark Roasted Blend -
We’d like to call them “ghost towns”, but they are clearly not abandoned. Amazingly, people still live in them, go to work in harshest possible conditions (paradoxically making it the richest and mightiest industrial area in Russia) and then come “home” to relax in this inhuman weather, non-existing infrastructure, in dangerously dilapidated buildings…
Taken from a bit on English Russia about the vanishing culture of the Mari people.
There’s also a photograph on that page of what I think is a mother and her daughter. The mother has the fatted, leathery, burst-capillary face of the stereotypical Russian matriarch. But her daughter, maybe in her early teens, looks just like anyone you’d find anywhere else in the world. She’s young, she’s pretty, and that’s when it hits you. The line gets drawn from mother to daughter and you realize that the life these people lead changes them. Hard lives, Russian winters, all of it conspiring to turn a person into something completely different.
The sky is so blue outside. And for the first time in as long as I can remember, it isn’t skin searingly hot.
Click for huge. No, really. Click. It is amazing.
A protester urinates in front of a row of policemen during riots following the death of a 15-year-old boy in San Carlos de Bariloche on June 18, 2010. According to local media, provincial government officials have confirmed that four police officers, involved in the incident which left the boy dead during an alleged robbery, have been removed from their posts. Three people have died and at least 12 have been injured during the clashes.
Alejandra Bartoliche / Reuters
Source: MSNBC Photoblog
I’ve finally wrangled my pictures from the 2010 Memphis Zombie Massacre and put them up on here on Flickr. Give ‘em a once over and let me know what you think.
I was going to post a few of them here, but I’ll wait and pick out my favorites for a Project365 post.
I shot all of this with a Nikon D3000 and the kit 18-55mm VR lens. Sure, there’s a little bit of Photoshopery there at the end, but I was amazed at how versatile and exact that lens was for something so cheap.
So here’s a pretty picture I took, and I’ll see you all on Monday.
Don’t fuck or kill anything you wouldn’t admit to, my lovelies.
From Alpha, with his words:
Just cuz it’s black and white don’t mean it’s good.
I, respectfully, disagree.