dumbrella
i like to imagine the weather reporter talking about the size of a storm by the amount of crappy umbrellas that will be littering the streets the day after. they’d be like, “well john, you can expect tomorrow’s storm to bring a minimum of 5-6 UPB’s (umbrellas per block – you know how T.V. people like to “abbreve” things) then the following day will calm down to about 2-3 UPB…” last night we had a pretty gnarly storm, so this morning i walked down 9 blocks of broadway (almost a half mile) and back to document the carnage. during that 9 block round trip i counted 86 umbrellas. so that makes last nights squall a 9.5 UPB storm.
when life gives you snow, make pretty pictures
we found an igloo. it wasn’t huge, but it was big enough that we both crawled in and could have squeezed another person at least – maybe two. it was the snowiest month in NY history and the fourth largest snow storm in the city on record – and i was shooting heidi just as the last of the snow was falling. in fact, before we finished it had completely stopped – minus the massive avalanches that fell down from the treetops at random. heidi is hilarious. she talks a lot – but not the annoying kind – she just says exactly what’s on her mind. i think that’s cool. she has lots of energy and didn’t need much direction. we shot till heidi was just about numb and wrapped the day with some hot chocolate.
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- heidi snapped this while we were in the igloo.
ain’t that a drag
turns out that one of my favorite makeup artist guys is also a girl – well, sorta – he’s a drag queen. and not only is he a drag queen, but he’s a drag mother with a family of protege drag queens to whom he teaches the ways of femininity and how to be excessively fabulous. he called me up and asked me if i’d take a few shots of his drag family, so i was like, “sure, bring em over to my apartment and i’ll help you out” and figured i’d bang out a quick little shoot and call it good. they showed up and started to get ready – they were in that room for FOUR hours. holy schmoly. no detail was spared. when jezzeniah and her crew came strutting out in a cloud of hairspray, glitter, skin bronzer and sequins, the fabulousness was excessive and the femininity was flowing in true-drag style, complete with angry complaints about the heels – enough to make a drag mama proud.
the queen bee and her hive. i'm still finding sequins and glitter all over my apartment.
barcelona
judit walking down rambla de catalunya
i moved schools twice when i was growing up, and both times i was expected to know stuff at my new school that my last school had yet to teach. i remember showing up halfway during the year in 4th grade and my new class was having a multiplication bee (kind of like a spelling be) and i felt super stupid because my last school hadn’t started learning multiplication tables yet – so i’d just spout out some random number to get it over with then sit down acting like i tried. the next subject to suffer because of another move was geography. i never learned where stuff is. my former school had yet to teach it, my new school had already taught it. so i just never learned it. is it the schools’ fault for having different teaching schedules? course not, it’s MY fault for not having the initiative to learn it after the fact. but, nevertheless and notwithstanding – i still never learned my geography, including that stupid song about the states and capitals that pierces my heart every time i hear it. the way i learn geography is from the maps on airplane TVs. my first time out west i had no idea where oregon was until i saw it on a map halfway across the states. i learned where japan was when i saw it on the TV en route to tokyo. ”where is ireleand?” you ask? well i could have told you right after i saw it on the airplane TV as we were leaving JFK. i usually pay pretty close attention to the maps, but for this trip the plane was kind of gangster and didn’t have individual TVs in front of every seat, but had community TVs and the one closest to me wasn’t easy to look at – so i didn’t. because of it i didn’t even really bother to see where barcelona was. i really don’t mind not know where places are. i kind of like the novelty of it all. it’s like every trip is a little surprise. as it turns out on the airplane TV map on the flight home, barcelona is in spain – and that’s underneath france. has been for a long time.
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- judit walking down rambla de catalunya
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- judit looking down carrer de provinca
shower soiree
my makeup artist friend damion wanted to shoot some beauty with one of his male model friends named george, so i was down. last minute he was like, “i think i have a female model coming too. we’ll have them do some doubles.” i was like, “ok, cool. what are we doing for wardrobe?” and he was all, “i think we’re just going to throw them in the tub.” so that was that. BUT, as models are want to do for tests, the female model bailed. i called a model friend of mine and was like, “hey christine, so what are you doing like – right now?” turned out she was down to shoot, so she rolled out and completely crushed it. thanks, christine.
goat puke
this stinky bunch of rascals is my niece and nephews. they’re all fueled by goat milk. it’s pretty tolerable to get puked on by babies, but not if they’ve been drinkin goat milk. one day one of em hacked up on the bottom of my jeans, and i kind of ignored it. a few hours later i was like, “dude, WHAT is that SMELL?” and i couldn’t figure it out. every now and then i’d get a whiff of a smell that would almost curl my toenails, and i kept looking around to try and find it. another hour or so later, in some golden glance of inspiration, my eyes got big like quarters and i sat up straight and thought, “oh, no – my jeans.” i bent down to take a whiff and it was like a mangy, wet goat found it’s way to my legs about three weeks earlier, got nice and comfy, curled up and died. that stuff could make a vulture gag.
we say grace, we say ma’am - if you ain’t into that, we don’t give a damn
dj embee
if you’re swedish and you don’t live under a rock, then you probably know about looptroop rockers. i hung with embee, the DJ/ looptroop producer for a couple of days after looptroop played their last show of their USA tour at the highline ballroom with cunninlyguist, grieves with budo, and tunji. the show was ill and everybody in the crowd was feeling it. especially a couple standing close to me who got hassled by security because they were about to bump uglies right there at the show. i might not have been conceived at a looptroop show, but that night my appreciation for looptroop rockers was born. embee not only rocks the looptroop sounds, but does his own thing as a solo DJ which won him the swedish grammy award for best hip hop or soul release of 2004. i heard rumors of more good things to come – so be expecting.
check out his newest work featuring nina ramsby:
katherine villari – hotter than miami
sometimes i talk to myself while i’m shooting. like, i’ll mumble stuff about my camera settings and whatever. but not only is katherine an amazing model, she’s also handy with the camera and knew exactly what i was mumbling about, so i had to be on my toes not to mumble too much – or if i did, i had to make sure it wasn’t anything dumb. she totally killed it – and then after our shoot, she broke out her cammy and made me model for her. that was a first. check out my debut below. you can see more pictures of katherine, her photography and her writings on her website at iheartkat.com.
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- this is the polaroid from katherine’s shoot. i ended up taking my hair down and putting on her bathing suit.
if gumby was a super-hot girl, he would probably be kimberly snyder
i get a little de-motivated sometimes when i see somebody effortlessly do something that i know is crazy hard – but when i look at kimberly snyder do yoga it’s the exact opposite. i’ve seen kimberly do yoga a few times, and i know the poses she does are mad hard to do, but she makes them look so tranquil and smooth that it’s really inspiring and motivating. like, it really makes me want to take time out of my day and do yoga. most days, i get so busy and caught up in photography that my personal hygiene takes a hit, my fingernails get long and i forget to eat and blah blah… basically what i’m saying is that kimberly makes me want to find time that i don’t have and do something good for my skateboard-battered/horribly nourished body. and speaking of nourishment, if you want to find out what kind of fuel she burns in her jet-fighter-like body, she shares her knowledge as a certified clinical nutritionalist in a health-and-beauty blog at kimberlysnyder.net. somethin tells me that my daily dose of those extra dark “le petit ecolier” cookies (is anybody else addicted to these things like i am?) are scarce found on the pages. but some tasty, less artery clogging options like cyan pepper immunity tea, kimberly’s raw pecan love pie, and banana soft serve with raw fudge sauce are all over that sucker. plus there’s tips on how to keep your skin, nails, hair and pretty much your whole body healthy. check it out.
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