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It’s been decided! This Friday! 6:30! Bring snacks! Bring your bike! Bring your body!
This weather is supposed to be good. Honestly, I am so tired of cancelling this I will probably just go out rain or shine..just change the destination to a coffee shop or covered area or something.
Tell your friends. Tell your friends friends. Come to ride bikes eat snacks and hang.
One of my bosses saw I had a design book in my bag, he loaned me some books to compliment my current read. Rules. (Taken with instagram)
Today’s juice: cucumber lime kale ginger parsley apple. Bam. (Taken with instagram)
So last weekend I took some photographs of Midnight. Admittedly it was NOT my best work. I am embarrassed and bummed out about it, not making any excuses (definitely thought they were better than they turned out to be but whatever), I will do better next time and channel all of my negative energy into doing better next time.
The comments, as the internet comments are, pretty rough. Thats fine. But I kept being called a poser. I don’t understand…what exactly was I posing for? I got clearance into a show, I shot the show, I went up onto stage and got some different angles…like…what internet? Seriously?
Anyways. End rant.
Fer serious. This shit was awesome.
And then Penny Farthing guy came to the shop to hang out.
Preview from last nights shoot. I love you Midnight. (Taken with instagram)
Edit: Also, while editing my shots from this weekend, I noticed that there was some piece of shit nazi scum in the front row heil-ing or whatever. I wish your face wasn’t obscured to the point of nonrecognition. I wish that I had realized what was happening and called you out. I also really really hope this isn’t a testament to any sort of political affiliation Midnight has, in any size shape way or form.