A warm evening in July became an impromptu 1AM photoshoot with my friend Nicole from Short and Sweet, and, subsequently, my first attempt at any glamour-y sort of photography.  Not bad for a beginner, with only a flash and some park lights and half-dozen cocktails filtering through my brain.
Observe the full set, in color, on my Flickr. A warm evening in July became an impromptu 1AM photoshoot with my friend Nicole from Short and Sweet, and, subsequently, my first attempt at any glamour-y sort of photography.  Not bad for a beginner, with only a flash and some park lights and half-dozen cocktails filtering through my brain.
Observe the full set, in color, on my Flickr. A warm evening in July became an impromptu 1AM photoshoot with my friend Nicole from Short and Sweet, and, subsequently, my first attempt at any glamour-y sort of photography.  Not bad for a beginner, with only a flash and some park lights and half-dozen cocktails filtering through my brain.
Observe the full set, in color, on my Flickr. A warm evening in July became an impromptu 1AM photoshoot with my friend Nicole from Short and Sweet, and, subsequently, my first attempt at any glamour-y sort of photography.  Not bad for a beginner, with only a flash and some park lights and half-dozen cocktails filtering through my brain.
Observe the full set, in color, on my Flickr. A warm evening in July became an impromptu 1AM photoshoot with my friend Nicole from Short and Sweet, and, subsequently, my first attempt at any glamour-y sort of photography.  Not bad for a beginner, with only a flash and some park lights and half-dozen cocktails filtering through my brain.
Observe the full set, in color, on my Flickr.

A warm evening in July became an impromptu 1AM photoshoot with my friend Nicole from Short and Sweet, and, subsequently, my first attempt at any glamour-y sort of photography.  Not bad for a beginner, with only a flash and some park lights and half-dozen cocktails filtering through my brain.

Observe the full set, in color, on my Flickr.

The only passable results of wandering around with a broken old Soviet-made Vilia camera.  The camera lacks both a light meter and a means of previewing focus (the focus dial is adorned with crude pictograms indicating how many people or mountains one might be able to shove in at each setting).  It does, however, succeed in making Portland look somewhat more Eastern Bloc-y than normal. The only passable results of wandering around with a broken old Soviet-made Vilia camera.  The camera lacks both a light meter and a means of previewing focus (the focus dial is adorned with crude pictograms indicating how many people or mountains one might be able to shove in at each setting).  It does, however, succeed in making Portland look somewhat more Eastern Bloc-y than normal. The only passable results of wandering around with a broken old Soviet-made Vilia camera.  The camera lacks both a light meter and a means of previewing focus (the focus dial is adorned with crude pictograms indicating how many people or mountains one might be able to shove in at each setting).  It does, however, succeed in making Portland look somewhat more Eastern Bloc-y than normal. The only passable results of wandering around with a broken old Soviet-made Vilia camera.  The camera lacks both a light meter and a means of previewing focus (the focus dial is adorned with crude pictograms indicating how many people or mountains one might be able to shove in at each setting).  It does, however, succeed in making Portland look somewhat more Eastern Bloc-y than normal. The only passable results of wandering around with a broken old Soviet-made Vilia camera.  The camera lacks both a light meter and a means of previewing focus (the focus dial is adorned with crude pictograms indicating how many people or mountains one might be able to shove in at each setting).  It does, however, succeed in making Portland look somewhat more Eastern Bloc-y than normal. The only passable results of wandering around with a broken old Soviet-made Vilia camera.  The camera lacks both a light meter and a means of previewing focus (the focus dial is adorned with crude pictograms indicating how many people or mountains one might be able to shove in at each setting).  It does, however, succeed in making Portland look somewhat more Eastern Bloc-y than normal. The only passable results of wandering around with a broken old Soviet-made Vilia camera.  The camera lacks both a light meter and a means of previewing focus (the focus dial is adorned with crude pictograms indicating how many people or mountains one might be able to shove in at each setting).  It does, however, succeed in making Portland look somewhat more Eastern Bloc-y than normal.

The only passable results of wandering around with a broken old Soviet-made Vilia camera.  The camera lacks both a light meter and a means of previewing focus (the focus dial is adorned with crude pictograms indicating how many people or mountains one might be able to shove in at each setting).  It does, however, succeed in making Portland look somewhat more Eastern Bloc-y than normal.

The story of a man, a woman, a man-woman, and a brain in a jar…

"Brainless" premiered at the 2013 H. P. Lovecraft Film Festival, in Portland.  The “Director’s Cut” is now in the wild.  Enjoy.

What’s new, you may ask? Well, for one, I put my cameo back in.

If you enjoyed Brainless, remember, it exists because of a multi-talented bunch of people who acted and composed for kicks, reels, and beer.  And they do their own thing, too.  Check ‘em out:

Sean (Robert) is often found onstage with Stageworks Ink (FLASH Ah-Ahhhh, Varsity Cheerleader Werewolves LIVE From Outer Space).

Kate (Vivette), besides being in films like this and this, also paints murals.

Zev (Erno) is of synth-rock band Railer which put out a new album, Zeroes and OnesThis sort of awesomeness.

Jason (“himself”, music) is the man behind Soda Vice…which includes absurd and wonderful things like this.

James “Tombstone” (“Mr. Cognition”) is one of the wise voices of videogaming culture in the venerable Dangerous Kids podcast.

And Alan (music, also) will make you a damn fine cocktail, if you’re lucky enough to find him.

All will become clear.  Soon, but not so soon.

goddamnitian:

Jameson, Hermes, swamp.

Gosh, if all streets were like this…it would be a lovely nightmare. Gosh, if all streets were like this…it would be a lovely nightmare.

Gosh, if all streets were like this…it would be a lovely nightmare.

Once there were many… Once there were many… Once there were many… Once there were many… Once there were many… Once there were many… Once there were many…
Not Detroit.  Portland. Not Detroit.  Portland. Not Detroit.  Portland. Not Detroit.  Portland. Not Detroit.  Portland.