Waiting to get lost here

(Matthias Heiderich)

What if the DJ were the NGO?

For contributing $2000 to back this seemingly brilliant research and production project, I could go to Morocco and join the likes of DJ/Rupture, the photo editor of The Fader, and others explore, teach and develop digital music with Moroccan musicians and youth. In addition, I would be designated as a founding member of Beyond Digital once/if it becomes a non-profit organization.



See more info here. Let's just say I am very seriously considering this as a travelling option in 2011; I have 17 days to decide.

Richard Kern

My interest started when I saw the book Looker, and now I just can't get enough of this man's work.

Check out this for a taste of his provocative but undeniably real portrayals of sexuality.

Injected with Zabbaleen

I hate babies

...and picketing utopian CUPE employees!

That being said, I still enjoy these fantastical photographs by Julie Blackmon.

All Up

In the climax of my existence, my summers will consist of continuous playlists of Ocean Colour Scene, and my days will be replicas of Ryan McGinley photographs.

Beautiful Destruction

Tonight I helped out at my roommate's store, Koma, for the Toronto opening of Louis Helbig's Beautiful Destruction exhibit. The aerial photographs of the Alberta Tar Sands really must be seen as large prints to fully be appreciated. The atrocious and the stunning are merged so harmoniously, it almost makes you feel guilty for accepting their appeal.







The photo below is not of the Alberta Tar Sands but is one of my favourites from his other work.

Sometimes I think sometimes I don't

The beauty of some things don't need an explanation.

i.e. Scarlett Hooft Graafland

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Morning Stroll

Tales and Tails and Tiles

I have a prospective photography project in mind, and can't wait to get started. Though the project idea is not related to the following shots, I enjoy what is implied beyond their overt simplicity.

I tried to sweep it under the rug

Autumn warmth brought about this unearthly idealized sense of the world where intricate idiosyncrasies were forgotten or embraced, and in those fleeting moments, clarity stared me straight in the eyes, then smiled.