So Soft

And here comes the entourage of planting/summer photography cuz that's all I've got to show for myself art-wise in 4 months. These are some home made soft box photos taken primarily by the hand of Garrett Jones and assisted by myself truly with the occasional guest shot. We just captured everyone in the moment around the fire on one of the last nights off in Bun Shack Shit Camp. Note the special presence of our 13 year old ms. assistant cooks.

Annie

Zoe

Tresler

Evan

Garrett

Sarah

Sam Savage

Shanti

Jacqueline

Brian

Carlie

Gus

Thor

Al

Ms. Assistant Cook #1

Ms. Assistant Cook #2

Selki

Fun with Hot Dogs

Random Encounters

I'm feeling guilty about my blog neglect, so here are some things I've encountered over the last 3 months:

70 Mile House, BC.

Bank in William's Lake.

Outside the laundromat in William's Lake.

Banjo's shack. Near Likely.

Bridge just outside of Likely.

Jaguar Mode!

A short little music video by the band Jaguar Mode (featuring Long Blonds) masterminded by Garrett Jones and Adam Gilmer that I did the filming for last week at God's Pocket. Sadly, to the dismay of their many fans, both Jaguar Mode and Long Blonds are now broken up.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eb3FLAWv_B8&feature=share
* The embedded code isn't working properly and is cutting off the video for some reason so go directly to youtube to watch the video full frame.

Howling at the Moon

The only evidence that remains of a surreal night on a mountain top in the middle of nowhere at God's Pocket. Made for Garrett Jones on his birthday.

Barcelona by Storm

It was my last week in Barcelona so I was trying desperately to tick everything off my check list, which inevitably involved me getting into sticky situations which make me question if my subconscious is trying to make me miss my flight.

These are obviously nothing new, but it is the first time I officially put them in the street. It seemed fate was against me because the first night I went to paint them I got scared off by street cleaners and police cars leaving the wall with only the first layer and my registration pegs. I went back two days later and the pegs were still there, so almost a week later, I went by myself at 4am to finish the job. My life is now complete. It's in the industrial area of Barcelona, Poble Nou, near one of the major clubs, Razzmatazz. Some douche bag already ruined the first girl but really I don't blame him cuz she was only one layer for a week and asking for it.



This was a sad tale. These things looked fucking awesome on the street and when I went back a day later to take the photos they had already been brutally ripped down! Luckily my friend, Michelle, was there the night of and took some photos and made me a little montage of the two sides of the piece. The reminants can be found on a tiny street in El Born.



More to come...

¡Panic!

I'd been wanting to try free hand spray painting for a long time, so when I heard about this abandoned water park near Barcelona and came up with a really simple idea at the same time, I jumped on it. Free hand is hard. I would need a lot of practice to get any good at it. Paint brushes are looking pretty good about now. I was too embarrassed to take any close up pictures but in retrospect I regret it now.



Making Of Time Lapse:

¡Panic! from shouldercat on Vimeo.

Senyoretes

I was lucky enough to know out about the best, most entertaining night of Carnival in all of Cataluyna. In a small town called Torello, 86km from Barcelona, they have a unique night of Carnival where all the guys from the surrounding area dress up as girls. It's called Senyoretes. Spanish guys love dressing up as girls, so it was good. Really good.

(Disclaimer: I fucked up the photos, they're out of focus and overexposed but I know why.)

Senyoretes from shouldercat on Vimeo.

Also, I got posted on the Vice Spain blog: http://www.viceland.com/blogs/es-photos/2011/03/21/senyoretes/

Heads Will Roll

Calçotada

Catalan people are take extreme pride not only in their nation and language, but also in their innovativeness. In the arsenal of Catalan inventions we have Chupa Chup lollipops, bread with tomato (smeared squashed tomato, not to be mistaken with sliced tomatoes), Castelles (many stories high human pyramids where the smallest person risks their life at the top), and an oil dispenser that prevents oil from dripping on the table. At this time of year the pride and joy of most Catalanes are invested into a little onion called the calçot. It’s special because some Catalan person a long time ago figured out that if you keep on burying the tip of the onion that pokes out of the dirt the onion gets longer and longer, and bam, the calçot was born. So of course, every year this is celebrated in the spring when the calcots are harvested with a calçotada: a big lunch party where you burn the onions to a crisp on the BBQ, get your hands dirty, dip them a sauce and then deep throat them. Any socially accepted excuse to eat with your fingers is usually a good time, especially when you get to slap onions around. This nice old lady here was kind enough to give me a demonstration:

Step 1: Peel

Step 2: Dip

Step 3: Swallow