Oh c'mon. You know by the cool kids I most definitely wasn't referencing myself. And I actually read the books. ;-) Which I think makes me implicitly.. uncool.
happy new year to you too! sorry i never responded. i feel like a total bitch!! but i have my response on my blackberry.. so get excited cause its coming! hope all is well.
My favorite thing to see on the trip home (ps - this is my J. A lil different, a lil the same).
I can't fucking believe it, but it's been a year since i was in Portland. Everything seemed so different back then... everything. Friends, job, life, myself. Right now it seems like it was a better place, but hopefully history can erode away some of the jagged edges of 2008.
I did a thousand fucked up, dirty, silly, charotic things, and shot some fun, interesting, incriminating photos, but you have to know the guy at the door to see those ones. Sorry guys, you get whackass waterfalls and leaves!
This was my friend's law school... seriously, this is where he went to class everyday No 405, no tow-away zones, no taco trucks... but i guess no place is perfect. I grew up in new mexico surrounded by boring shit that completely mystifies a lot of people - flowers and sunsets and kachina dolls and all kinds of dusty boring artifacts and shit, so I hate "pretty pictures" of landscapes and dead shit, just like i hate dead ass figurative oil paintings, but oregon was definitely
different than any place I had ever been.
This one is for all the girls from high school who saw some of what i was doing in college and said, "omg steve, these pictures are scary! you should just take pretty pictures of flowers and the mountains like you used to!" Seriously. Several girls. There you go, enjoy.
And this is for the guys. They don't serve anything that's not deep-fried. Open all night, I assume 99% of their business comes between 2am and 4am. They have a wheel on the wall that you can spin for each fried basket you ordered - the prizes? more baskets of fried shapes (supposedly different foods, only distinguished by the number of sides and colour of crispy batter).
And a bigass waterfall for everyone. I don't know, print it out and send it to Popular Photography or something, send it to some douche to write you a thesis about turning back your shutter.
More woodsey shit outside the library... I feel like there are a million little things going on down there, serial killers and the like. I bet Velvia does really well in Oregon haha.
Self-portraits, right? I've never been this serious in my entire life. It was in case the cops asked, so I could tell them that "normally, I'm a very collected human being." Right.
