2011 In Review II.

March 2.
To be considered a real photographer, you just need to own a lot of cameras. That's the trick that young people my generation do not understand. They want to use film. Well they should just hit up their local Urban Outfitters and buy a couple Holgas. Instagram counts as well. With that said, this photo of Rebecca at the grocery store was one of the first I took with my new Lumix GF2. She doesn't look very pleased in the photo, not because I didn't help her carry the basket but because I got the new Lumix GF2 in black instead of pink. Today, there is a newer Lumix GF3 which Lumix should send over.



March 4.
Speaking of my new Lumix GF2, I took this with the two day old camera in New York while on set for a music video for Whoa, the smallest street gangster rapper who is most likely to say, "You know what I'm saying?" multiple times in a sentence this side of the Mississippi. Nice dude. The guy next to him is Wiz's second cousin Sean Ray. He has long hair and sings. Where Ya Paper At has over 200,000 views on the official youtube of Whoa. Most of those views are from his manager and robots. But still it counts!

March 8. 
Mardi Gras is known beads, boobs and New Orleans things. So this year we decided to bring in the new Gras by hosting a party at the camel and inviting our favorite brass band, No BS Brass Band Elby Brass Band. It was also BIG's big day so we made them play Juicy a bunch. Then I started moshing to Beastie Boys or something and got all the yuppies not regret their previous regret to go to the Camel on the wrong night. *All the boobs were neatly tucked in under shirts*

March 12.
When the meeting of great minds occur, great things happen. We visited our Noah Larmz friends at the Norva for one of their giant dance parties with lights and taco trucks. We didn't really do anything productive but eat at the Jewish Mother and duel to the death after this photo was taken. RIP KR. We also met up with Malice earlier when he got all Christian and wrote a book. We then took a picture of him getting his haircut. Dope because it was at a barbershop!

March 17.
Broad and Belvedere is where you can meet the man above. His name is Phil and I recorded him for one of the scenes for Bum Fights: Volume IIX the Faces trailer. It was commissioned by Nickelus F and he paid me in clever punchlines. ADHD aside, Phil was the homeless man that played the homeless man. I gave him a part of a roll of quarters for his hard work being himself. Due to this breakout role, Phil is now travelling the world having unprotected sex with young women while acting some on the side. Every time I drive past that corner I'll always remember him. At least that's what I think when he makes eye contact with me in my Beamer.

March 18.
I took this photo at the Cathedral of the Sacred Heart in Richmond for my former roommate and good friend/noob in Call of Duty, Nathan. Rebecca also made his website so check it out. We shot him performing a song called Koyanibaba or Kobayashi or something. He's now married and getting his masters in shredding in churches at East Carolina University. You know, the one to the right of North and South Carolina. They're BBQ is insane. Made of pure flax seed oil.

April 2.
The shot heard around the world. The day the music died. That one time VCU lost in the Final Four and preceded to break shit in the middle of the road. These events all remain significant in America's history. It started so innocently in just a couple lootings for VCRs and 6" HDMI cables here and there but then things began to escalate at an alarming pace when toilet paper was being thrown from one side of the street to the other. The cavalry gathered. The rifles were aimed. And like that of May 18th in South Korea, students were shot at and killed. More like the Bon Jovi song. No one actually died. It was more of a "We love our city, let's fuck it up!" Then the po po po'd.

April 4.
This is a picture of Elijah styling the SHHO clothes for the online shop that we had launched a few days later. I made a cheap light box rig from stolen Barnes and Nobles supplies and we got to snapping. All of the pieces sold out under 4 minutes of the launch and we made about five bucks due to the limited run and giving out shirts to anyone with money and could read our business proposal. I'm looking at you Stoute. Did you even find that book in the billion dollar box?!