Seats in an empty agora: the future was too bright, and we didn’t have shades! Print available here.
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the trolley stop
Downtown Memphis, Tennessee, where the fountains come out of the sidewalk. Print available here (larger image). Alien autopsy: 1st layer, square crop from larger image, shot in RAW, increased saturation in RAW converter to leave more “room” to work in with regard to color channel mixer, 100% red, set to monochrome, mixed down with Hard Light blending mode, then selectively brushed out in a few areas color balance, set to “preserve luminosity”: shadows +15 Cyan/Red, -20 Yellow/Blue; midtones +13 Cyan/Red, +3 Magenta/Green, -37 Yellow/Blue; highlights +44 Yellow/Blue; mixed down using Linear Light blending mode, set layer mask to “hide all” then only selectively brushed back on in order increase contrast and saturation in “heads” of fountains color gradient, gunmetal blue at bottom to tan at top, brushed out in select areas, blended down with Pin Light (it’s the pin light mixing mode with this layer which gives the image it’s almost polaroidish feel in places; the same is generally true of a carefully-chosen solid color or gradient fill layer with almost any image) another color gradient, light tan to brown, then punched a hole in the center with a 250 pixel feather in order to create a vignette effect, set
this week on the avant guardian \/\/ rainbow warriors
“Burning embers hearts united We remembered mystical beauty If you look hard you can find a Rainbow trail it’s deep inside ya Fear not you’re a rainbowarrior” -cocorosie
navelgazing
“Sit and contemplate your navel.” A Flash movie featuring Phototapestries 1–79, in chronological order. All artwork and music copyright © 2002–2009 Michael Lujan. (Please wait for a few moments for the movie to load.) . . . . . . . .
rode hard & put up wet
oh, papa…won’t ya’ help me outta my towel…oh, honey won’t ya’ rub mama’s back…sugah’ love…won’t ya’…. brush my hair, oh, you know….make it wet, ride it hard.
the less you see the better you look
“Because I’m a perfectionist, baby. And you can write that down. In fact, I’ll wait a minute while you do so.” -Bret Easton Ellis
caught in the camera eye-get on with the fascination
we live on a half-lit stage, a concrete platform.. waiting it’s grand appearance, it’s ultimate performance.. dark & light, kissed infinitely by the sun. day becomes night, night into day- the anticipation of change, of an end, or a beginning. the cracks in the walls take their last breath, a soft exhale of tired days… we live in a dream of exploding hearts and hot streets. -eileen garcia
the happy phantom doesn’t need an umbrella
the happy phantom is not like most ghosts, she loves to sun bathe, dance under the sky, and even take off her garments for a dip in the water. “So if I die today I’ll be the happy phantom And I’ll go wearin’ my naughties like a jewel They’ll be my ticket to the universal opera There’s Judy Garland taking Buddha by the hand And then these seven little men get up to dance They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen I’m still an angel to a girl who hates to sin Oo who… Or will I see you dear and wish I could come back You found a girl that you could truly love again Will you still call for me when she falls asleep Or do we soon forget the things we cannot see Oo who… ” -Tori Amos
