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Zoobombs

So it's been my loss for never having seen or heard the Zoobombs before. The way he carved long undulating arcs through the air with his guitar was weirdly arousing. That and the soulful and drawn out electronic wailing their style created... energizing. Unlike any band I've ever seen.

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The Ghost is Dancing

Went to the Velvet Underground to shoot the Zoobombs and saw the Ghost is Dancing unexpectedly. I was blown away by their energy! ... and their showmanship!.... and the sweatiness... definitely the sweatiness.

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Getting it Done

Saw this family in Kensington Market. That little guy is all business.

See the set here.

NXNE

After the first day I was done in but I had no idea how much things had yet to ramp up... not the slightest.

The shows got louder, the people got drunker and the city, wet with sticky heat, burned in electric fire. After 72 hours of drugs, beer, screaming, and music the people were tweaking with manic energy and still begging for more. Grimey, beer-soaked sexuality steamed within the crowds and, inside it, I undertook one of the most intense photographic episodes, craziest weekends, and overly excessive binges of my life.

Photographing for NXNE. 38 bands, 3 days, and 1 paper-towel diffuser.

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Darkroom Fumblings

I spent my first afternoon in the darkroom. Unloading the film in the perfect darkness was terrifying. My roll survived though and after 40 minutes of pouring, agitating, and dumping I felt like a craftsman for the first time. I feel more connected somehow. I guess a strengthening of the bond between me and the process. Thanks Stina.

Polaroid Thursday: Summer Kicked me in the Balls Edition

Joel Burns

I've recently been able to work with some very creative and driven people. Being around talent not only helps keep me on point, but, as I take in their views and watch them work, causes me to be a little more tangental in my thinking. The question I can't help but ask myself is this: would I take this experience over a hardened cyborg endoskeleton? No, I would obviously default to the cyborg death machine. I would kill mercilessly until Jean Claude Van-Damme overcame me through a limber act of man-glory.

Also, I think I've wasted two rolls of film in my minolta XG. It keeps shooting past the max. exposures for the roll. I haven't developed them yet so i'm hoping for the best though.

Kodak Building # 9

Urban Exploration at the abandoned Kodak building # 9

DRAMA LIST 2010

Injuries: 1
Blood spilled: 1/4 pint
Pairs Underwear lost: 1
Cannibals: 6
Film Crew Mistaken for Cannibals: 5
Asbestos Dust: Omnipresent
Flaming Garbage Piles: 3
50 Foot Drops: 1
Times I pretended I was a Ninja: Unconfirmed


In a blisteringly idiotic display of absentmindedness I only brought a 50mm on the adventure; so, a lot of what was there I couldn't find the space to capture. Next time definitely.

See the set here.

Put The Rifle Down

The Untold City hosted Robots //// Us at Wrong Bar a couple of weeks ago and if you missed it then you missed a precision acoustic strike to your dick. (In the interest of gender equality it must be noted that a precision acoustic strike would also have been delivered to your vagina)

Click here to see what I'm raging about.

Polaroid Thursday: Too Drunk

Drunk like a sex panther.
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Polaroid Thursday: Polaroid Friday Edition

Moments in my life. These apps are so good for me. I only allow myself one photo so the constant shoot and reframe crutch that digital has instilled in me cannot come to bear. That does mean that the photos may not be up to what I consider my standard but they do have a sense of moment (to me at least) that my digital photos do not. I hope to soon be able to get my photos taken with one shot as good as my digital ones. Either way I love the process! :D

Get This Man a Scotch

See this guy? Lets call him Davenport. Davenport works in the Financial district, lives a stressful life, and he acts like a douche because he's generally not happy with the sleep he gets in his money pit. So Davenport came to the Green Living Show to go to the wine tasting and pretend he can pick out subtle undertones of oak. While there, he and his surly Bay Street buddy discover these memory foam mattresses and, in a rare display of genuine emotion, Davenport jumps back onto the bed and lies there in near-coital levels of pleasure. His surly buddy looks on in disapproval.

View his 'O' face by clicking here to get the large version.

Polaroid Thursday: Get your hands out of your pants edition

These may be iphone apps but I treat it as film. One shot and that's it. It slows me down just enough to make me see.