BLUE COUP D’ETAT

watching the comings and goings at the riverfront from afternoon into the evening. there was a buddhist event happening, burning coconuts, flowers, incense. a beautiful sunset, some really interesting night shots on expired film. that’s why some things look funky, the stuff was only a buck and i really dig it.

just couldn’t resist the expired film, only a buck a roll, figured i’d give it a shot and really love the results. low-fi, like me, like phnom penh.

strolling through the central market of phnom penh and surrounding areas, really just looking for a hat but really really just interested in the people.

left bangkok early in the morning on the day after christmas so stayed up all night to catch the flight to phnom penh then took a nap and headed for the riverfront for a stroll.

left bangkok by bus for pattaya on the 23rd, returned to bangkok on christmas day but not in this roll. very strange place, pattaya, not sure if my photos really reflect how strange it is but here are some pictures.

an edited version of my digital photos from thailand, mostly in bangkok but a few from my brief trip to pattaya.

as i said, stayed an extra night in bangkok to hang with the ladies. fun dancing, girls very drunk and falling down, band rocking out. a memorable night, thanks ladies.

THE CHILDREN.
cruising up and down sukhumvit taking pictures of the kids, people working, reading, sleeping, and i shot more of those dudes offering me massages as well as some christmas bangkok style.

people living on sukhumvit road, running, looking, reading, eating, selling; smiles, salutes, watches, fruit, candles, sex, sleep. there are a series of shots where tuktuk drivers are trying to take me to a massage parlor, “like massage?”. this happens relentlessly all day so now i shoot them when they ask me. a couple shots on the express boat. love this roll.

starts with a sleeping baby, a sunset boat ride into the evening, night on the sukhumvit road, awake, asleep, ends with me in the majestic suites elevator going home.

leaving bangkok for a couple days before going to cambodia and a couple nights ago the ladies that run the front desk of my hotel invited me out for drinks and dancing. one of my funnest nights in bangkok, we all really cut loose and had a great time. they are having a party at the hotel tonight, kind of like christmas and new years before christmas and new years so i extended my stay by a night so i could enjoy the festivities. i’m sure some more photos will be forthcoming.

visited san francisco for the first time (one time I passed through in ‘99 and was nearly attacked by an aggravated polynesian gas attendant for dropping a paper towel but I don’t count that as a visit). great to see ben, nat, ouzo, the city, the crazy place they are living at, it reminded me of something out of a sci-fi movie, alphaville, also a couple of shots from trip to sonoma county for wine tasting.

My brain felt like it was pouring out of my ears and then she stepped onto the train and I couldn’t help but smile. She got off at the next stop and a Valentine’s Day balloon that had lodged itself underneath her seat followed her out the door and my heart went with it.

Need to watch myself; operating on intuition and feeling consequently I am lost until I find my goal, which is ultimately unknown until it is recognized. Sometimes the concepts and ideas envelope me and drown my vision, my perspective suffocates, my space sucked into a black hole. When the space of thought shrinks it sometimes keeps shrinking until it is beyond focus.

Saying you’re beautiful is an admission of guilt.

Snow, slick roads, angry cabbie all tired, the city burns the snow to slush, tires mix the air and the water, blackening the road, frozen windows just bubbling silk, transparent only to the lights outside broken by swirling schools of snow, can’t see anything at the top - light, water embracing stillness.

Burnt out, lie in a feel, time passes not a moment too soon.

Every day is hard work; every day deserves the effort and ultimately demands it.

Get back on track.

She had an unfinished face, the kind that you grow to love. Angels aren’t predictable, every turn of the head a new adventure, a new person, unfinished but full of mystery - biting her lips like a child, a Mona Lisa smile, a crooked tooth grin.

just a few random shots that i like. sky and stop sign, sky and trees, dead pigeon, sidewalk painting, sante, lacombe, me, buildings, 41st and Lex. stuff.

visited price with ben, nat, and ouzo up in tahoe this november. in the last few photos price is asking us if we want one or two waffles with our ice cream, ben looks on with skepticism but is ultimately convinced that this is a good idea.

Stuck in my room, spring growing every day, people popping up like weeds breaking the sidewalk. Saw a girl let her Chow moll this cat that somehow escaped and clawed her way up a tree, the dog yanked the girl as he literally ran through a metal pole connected to the chain fence in his wild pursuit of the cat. The girl tried to throw rocks at the cat to get her out of the tree. I didn’t realize it at the time but cats can’t climb down trees because they like to go head first and their claws don’t work going down. At the time I was morally outraged by this girl and her shitty dog and her shitty stone throwing. Soon it was dark and I went out to see a friend about some work. We worked, we got stoned, I passed out at 4 am woke up at noon, came home on a quiet Sunday train filled with a damp muted sunshine at 125th street. Got back to the room and started to work around 4, stopped as the computer started thinking about some stuff I told it to do, got some food, listened to music, looked out my window and there she was, the same cat was meowing in that tree. My god some one needs to do something about this, where’s my roommate Ann when you really need her. I called all my two friends, called Ann. They all said call the fire department but the fire department wasn’t answering unless it was an emergency and I wasn’t about to call 911 because a cat was in a tree so I found myself in a moral catastrophe - things to do but there’s a cat in a tree, only a little cat, scared and hungry, if I could go out there and get it out of the tree I would but I can’t that tree is too big and I’d have to throw rocks or something too and I’m not gonna do that. Call up the nerve and just call, oh alright I’ll call but I’ve got things to do - so I call the police and they give me the number for animal rescue, two numbers, the first one’s disconnected, the second one gives me another number to call in Brooklyn and then another number in Manhattan and still no answer, everything’s closed on Sunday afternoon, nobody cares about little scared kitties meowing in trees, nobody cares that its more than just kitties sitting out in those trees but that’s something else so I finally get an answering machine and leave a lengthy description full of concise and intelligent details, I tell myself I’ve done my bit for the cat and now back to work until night falls when I go downtown to smoke a bowl or two and catch some dinner with Ben. Th pot gave me a headache but the pork dumplings were good, one of those eternal sacrifices, one thing for another - went home around midnight, long train ride, hoping I might see Chia on the train but no luck, she’s probably in a cab looking out the window, lights streaming by, shadows racing on her face, pretty Chia. But not tonight, tonight my head feels tight at the temples. Finally made it to 137th street stop, walked down 139th to Riverside and passed the local shopkeeper calling “Miss!” as though he were calling an animal, the block bum kinda shadowed behind him and I asked him if they were looking for a cat because if they were there was a cat in the tree across the street. The bum looked at me without seeming to understand so I just said come on and started leading the way to the tree, the bum trailed reluctantly behind me until he saw the cat and then he ran to get the shopkeeper. I hung out there for a while but not long enough to see how they got the cat out of the tree and they did get her out because there was no sign of her in the morning. The animal rescue people called in the morning. I told ‘em they missed all the action, I did their job for them.

right around halloween, my friends

Secreting sweat like a frog, a constant sheen of dampness, sticky collars, dripping temples, standing water breeds mosquitoes and empire state reflections, horns of angry melody hurry the fuck up you asshole I got no place to be exactly but I like to think I should be there right away and your bones would make a perfect passage way.

up for days, catching cat naps at the office, the last push to get the last episode of battlegrounds on the air and out the door. borrowed davi’s leica to document a few faces and these are some of the images that came out. much love to all the people in these photos (and the people that aren’t in the photos, namely z, josh, and davi but there are a ton of people that were there all the time making that show happen, brett, eric, chris, john, i know i am missing people and this is a rather late shout out but thank you all), it was an amazing thing to make that tv show with you guys.

went to san fran to see my friends ben, nat, ouzo, and price. went up to tahoe for the weekend. just a few pictures, sort of random. wish the transfer to digital was a bit better, hopefully fix it someday. but the motto for this site is FORWARD!

last day in new delhi visited humayan’s tomb with brunx. humayan was the second mughal emperor of india of whom not much is known (paraphrase from one of those placards you see around the grounds of historical monuments).

got back my first roll of 35mm today, much to my relief they did a great job. here are some the pics:

just a few pictures from the trip here in thailand

the man in action right before the fireworks went off

i think greg is the only one that will understand this but it is pretty picture

the best driver we had in new delhi
when he saw this picture he asked if he could have it and then put it on his dashboard

drummers, dancing, justin, elephant, etc.

first morning in new delhi
a bit of culture shock

whirlwind messy room, leaving the palace, get on the bus, six hour delay at airport, leave at sunset.