stupid good.

October 22, 2012

I don’t think this will be a long post. As IF I had anything interesting to write about! (My life is so boring…LOLERCOASTER.)

Lately I’ve been following prodigal young adult photogs, and I can’t stand them. Not because they’re snotty or anything, they’re all just so fucking good. I don’t understand really how someone can have a clear and tangible artistic statement at such a young age. When I say that, I mean that their artistic theses seem really well defined, and it makes me crazy jealous.  They know who they are, they’ve settled into their bones, and are able to keep expounding on their thematic preferences in an extremely mature way.


I have yet to move past, “This is pretty! I want to take a picture of it!”

Jacqueline Harriet‘s roll of “accidental film” is gorgeous, as is the rest of her work. She has this way about her exposures that allow the colors in her work to just punch you straight in the face. I have a picture of hers from Cafe Lalo on the UWS as my desktop.

Natalie Kucken has a really dreamy quality to her post processing that makes an already well composed image just super super wonderful. There’s something extremely effective in the milkiness of her work for some reason.

Sandy Honig turns every day banality into vignettes that invoke a much deeper response from the viewer. Even when she’s capturing seemingly mundane business, the end result is always fascinating.

Petra Collins has a neat vintage influenced style, and it’s definitely the most pastiche of the afore mentioned artists, but it totally works for her. There’s something about it that’s really entertainingly kitsch.

All of these girls have been published or recognized by a major magazine. (Sandy may not have been, but I think she has?)

I don’t get it.

Clearly they’re exhaustingly talented; but how does one have such a developed eye at such a young age?

…in other news, Hannah and I had a shoot today.



July 11, 2012

I got my driver’s license Monday, went out and didn’t kill anyone earlier today, and it was– nice. Quite nice actually. I enjoyed going and picking up Fif, we got tasty brownies (her words) at QFC, then went to the Fresh Pot on Hawthorne. I’m really stoked because my Nikkormat FT2 was done at the shop the other day, so I had to take the bus out to St. John’s (blah) to get it.

This is the same model I have. IT LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING TANK.

I loaded up some Fuji Portra 400, and shot a few frames today. Hopefully they turn out– one was of my best friend Fif, and she was dressed really snazzy! Having recently fallen, she’s currently crutches-bound, so the frame is her, in her snazzariffic skirt, shirt plus the cripple-aides. I am v. excited to get this roll developed.

The point of this entry, is that lately I’ve been mucho excited about stuff. I am officially licensed to drive in the state of Oregon, (PRAYERS NEEDED FOR EVERYONE, OK THX) and my camera is brand-spankin’ new. (Yay!)

The entry is titled “crash” because I’m still terrified I’m going to kill somebody. C’est La Vie…

Today, I’ll leave you with some frames from a discarded roll of TMAX 400 that they had to take out of my camera then develop before they could fix it:

This is my roommate Ji. We were on our way to the Met on a snow day.

My windowsill at 10th Street on the afore mentioned snow day. *sighhh*

Lastly: what well meaning photo post would be complete without a picture of Hannah?

In all seriousness though: please pray that I don’t hit anything in the coming days. I’m going to drive to my dance class tomorrow evening, and likely kidnap Fif again so we can caffeinate together (as usual).

I hope everyone is having a lovely summer~!

greatest hits

July 4, 2012

As evidenced in an entry I wrote in October, I have in my possession a really cherry Polaroid Automatic 100. It has become my baby as of late, and I’ve been having a blast toting it around and actually shooting pictures. (As opposed to blowing a shitload of money on film that doesn’t even develop.)(DERPITUDE.) In any case, I have 11 or so exposures left until I’m out of film. I’m sure everyone’s sick of hearing about how awesome I think this camera is, but I refuse to shut up about it. Here are some of my favorites thus far:

This is my dog, Dutch.








Triple exposure outside of my mom’s house.








Double exposure of my sister, and our entry.








Quadruple exposure of Last Thursday.








A girl I saw at Last Thursday. I thought she was really pretty ♥








Double exposure of my brother.








His girlfriend is obsessed with film photography so I was showing her how to use the camera.








My hipster-ass bookshelf. (And a lamp next to it.)








Quintuple(I think?) exposure of the house where I nanny.








Julia, who looks tres adorbs with her short locks!










My perfect Monday… Clouds and tea. Mmmmmm…







My brother’s girlfriend took this. Dorkette alert!

Basically, the moral of this story is that film is essentially the greatest thing ever, and I love the amount of creative unpredictability that comes along with it. Polaroids are darn fun. I can’t wait to get my Nikkormat Ft2 back from the shop. That’s going to be a blast as well!

susan batshit

April 9, 2012

I learned a phrase last spring in the midst of thesis induced turmoil. A douchey monsignor who was directing my script, (well, he wasn’t douchey– he understood what was going on at least) sat me down after we ran the scene and said, “Y’know, I normally charge close to $200 an hour for what I’m telling you for free.” Then he said something that I haven’t thought about for awhile:

My artist has earning power. 

“I have that painted over my closet.” He told me.

I hadn’t fully appreciated the truth to his statement until I realized I was making money selling art. A lot of money. Maybe not living wage money, but enough to cushion a living wage and get me a cup of expensive coffee every day. (!!!)

You know what’s cool though? My artist does have earning power. WACKY.

Here are some things I’ve been up to lately, courtesy of my sister’s Pentax:

Afternoon at Pearl Bakery


Marbling Aleena’s birthday present.

Making Aleena’s birthday present.

Out with Fif.

Lee’s house.


Downtown, adventuring.

Same day….



On the 14.

Out with Kalissa.

Pearl Bakery ~*~*~

Walk with Elena

Walk with Elena.

In case you were wondering……….

I hope everyone is having a lovely spring ♥

night fever (2)

March 13, 2012

Here’s part two of my disco soft rock indie extravaganza:

Muskrat Love – Captain and Tennille (originally by America)

Hands Up – Ottawan

Baby I Got Your Money – Ol’ Dirty Bastard

I Try – Macy Gray

Theme from the Love Boat

Theme from Shaft – Isaac Hayes

Rhinestone Cowboy – Glenn Campbell

Smooth Operator – Sade

Stick That Thang Out (Skeezer) – Lil Jon

night fever

March 10, 2012

You know what I hate? People stealing other people’s photos on tumblr, or weheartit or flickr or some shit and then taking it upon themselves to deface the picture with sappy indie lyrics. You know what I’m talking about– how many times have you been scrolling through your dash, only to find some sentiment from the Postal Service over a faceless, waifish looking Joni Mitchell girl with unnaturally natural wavy hair. DRIVES. ME. NUTS.

So, I had this thought today in Powell’s. I was listening to the Bee Gees, and a lyric came up: say you’ll always be my baby / we can make it shine / we can take forever just one minute at a time… How many of these photoshop toting youngsters would know it’s from the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack? Probably a ghastly few. BUT: how many of them would agree with the bullshit sentiment? Probably quite a lot.

Here’s a series of photoshop hack jobs. The rub is, each picture has some sort of disco or soft rock atrocity as the lyrical reference. I’m going to post the non-obvious ones on tumblr and see what happens…

More Than a Woman – The Bee Gees

Laughter In The Rain – Neil Sedaka

Hello It’s Me – Todd Rundgren

Close To You – The Carpenters

Kid Charlemagne – Steely Dan

I Just Want To Be Your Everything – Andy Gibb

The Hustle – Van McCoy

Baby Come Back – Player

Emotion – Samantha Sang

You’re Having My Baby – Paul Anka (truly one of the most revoltingly hilarious songs I’ve ever heard…)

Kung Fu Fighting – Carl Douglas

     All photos were taken by me, except the ones of me which were taken by Jiwon. (I am in weird-ass Halloween makeup.) I have yet to make one for Smooth Operator, I think that’s my one glaring omission. Aside from maybe putting in some awful dance songs of the 90’s etc…. Cha Cha Slide anyone?


January 31, 2012

Deviantart posted this. I’m not very active there, so I thought I’d answer here instead.

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polacolor 108

October 21, 2011

I recently acquired a Polaroid Automatic 100.

Normally it shoots gorgeous things like these:

However, the following is titled:


(A photo essay by Mac.)

This is my first picture! It’s of my house.

This is my second picture. It’s also of my house.

This is a picture of a lamp.

This is a picture of another lamp.

This is a picture of my cat.

In my defense, this film is 50 years old, and I’d imagine the developer has performance anxiety.

bye summer

September 26, 2011



Well, summer’s officially over. Here’s a photo roundup of my last few months:


This was on my dad’s fridge one day. ..alright.






My fierce&fabulous facebook spouse 🙂









Ross and Jensine enjoy their first Cock and Balls. D’awwwww <333


Me, with Jiwon’s “Shrilling Chicken.”







Art by Jensine


$2 jacket at the bins.





A woman at the fair. Her name was Alice, and my mom thought she was brassy. I quite enjoyed her though.


So, apparently there’s a place in Oregon called “the Dallas”.



Dusk in Portland is gorgeous, always.









The finished Hexaptych and our favorite panel.


…this dude’s (DUDE’S) hair was unnnnnreal.



Lastly, instagram’d pictures of Gilda and Madeline– just because.

Welcome fall!


July 6, 2011

Around town enjoying the weather…





Walked by a pile of clothes on Holgate.



Polly-Pocket shaped windows. Wonder what kind of Dodge this is?


Festive lawn art near Powell.




Samurai Barbie at the Knife shop on Hawthorne.




Mission accomplished: Powell’s on Hawthorne, Steve Almond’s “Evil B.B. Chow”, an anthology by Mary Oliver, and croissant crumbs. Heaven!




I had to puss out and take the bus home. 😦


But all in all a lovely day 🙂