KHAKI HILLS, BY WAY OF MISPLACED OFFICE PARTY

March 2009

MOTHER

I took these for an open portrait assignment. This is my mother, Debbie at her home in South Denver, the place where I grew up.





That's me at age 2 in the photo to the right.

CROTCHELLA SHOTS, KEY BUMPS, AND BASS

Here are a few more from my weekend in Indio

WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH ZINE'S

So I just ran over to writer's square to pick up some frozen yogurt real quick and I of course HAD to run into American Apparel
to pick up another issue of the new Vice, and next to it was the newest issue of FM magazine... Now, let me preface this by saying that since my aspirations as a photographer lean more toward documentary, photojournalistic work for magazines like Vice, it would be reasonable to say that i wouldn't mind being a part of a local alternative publication... like FM. However, I have to question their motives, when every time I open the fucking thing, all I see are photos of either A. the editors partying at their own parties, or B. the editors glorifying contributors of their publication. It wouldn't bother me so much if i knew there weren't other people at these said parties, or other local artists, creators, and musicians of the like that could use the exposure, or other people in this city... just sayin.

But really, none of that REALLY bothers me. Considering their success so far, I suppose these first years in business would be the only truly appropriate time to feature oneself repeatedly in one's own publication.
The part that really did bother me, however, was the article on page 49 (conveniently placed on the second to last page of the magazine) about the late Michael Stewart Gorniak. The small blurb that follows his name lends no feeling of warmth really, just a few indifferent words touched with a hint of inconvenience and reluctant regret about the fact the the magazine never gave him a chance. I guess I just feel like they could've been a little bit more discrete about their inclusion of Michael's words now only after he was gone.
It's only my opinion.

Either way, I would still seize the opportunity to intern with any local, openly pretentious publication for the experience and local involvement. And the fact that I criticize something and then admit my desire to participate in it discredits any criticism from you or anyone else. In this particular scenario, and most likely any scenario concerning my career, I am an admitted hypocrite, and I stand by it.

CAMP PAIN ADS

COACHELLA COACHERRA CROTCHELLA COACHELTER CHOCHELLER GOTELLHER

well, that was fun. I mean that in every sense of the word. It wasn't Daft Punk in '06 by any means, but the company was incredible and the laughs were plenty, maybe to plenty. I feel like I laughed at fucking everything the past 6 days.

Once again, my travels have served to put my home life in perfectly crystal clear perspective and I have spent the past 2 days being home making the preliminary necessary rearrangements to make my life here in Denver more capable of wielding prime opportunities. But thats just business... and I don't want to bore you with business.

So here it is...