a glue too thick.

Hi, everyone. I was away for a bit. Now I'm back (yaaaaaaaay!)
Before I left I said that I would have another post up, pre-departure. Well, sorry, there was no internet where I was staying.

So without further ado, Ben's going away jam.

Sabbath bloody sabbath:

Graham (officially X-ed, btw) lives in a bourgeois building on Wall St. (well-Beaver St., actually. Not kidding.) So of course that shit has a roof garden.

Asia got thrashed out of a mug. Mug-O-Whiskey, I believe.

You can't seee in this photo, but Alex was rocking the Elder Statesman glass (of whiskey.)

Mike was there! His fitted game was at an all time high.

The man of the (after) hour(s).

"Blah blah blah..." "Something something something..." "Kristen says hi..." drunk dial drunk dial drunk dial.

Dudeseph in the scarf sounded like Sick Boy off of Trainspotting.

Cleavage + whiskey mug = trouble, trouble. (Not really.)

"A boy in the bush is worth two in the hand."

Gansgsta Greazzzzzzzzy!!!!!

It had been raining all day and a little when Alex and i got there, but once we set the tiki lights up, the rain vectored off.

Foxy Celine and the Furious Five. That's what Celine and her girlfriends should go by professionally. By profession, I do mean Ladies of the Night. (Or, hookers, whatever.)

Jam sesh overload.

Then came the point where the (once soothing) Coronas & Heinekens turned me into a shocked-face photo hog. I X-ed myself when I saw them on my camera the next day.

Pensive much? (Well, yeah. He was going back to his hometown after being away for 9 years. I mean months, sorry. I almost thought this was Schindler's List or something.)


Underrated Anchorman quote to finish off a post #1: "...ha...ha...yeah. And the laughter ends."

+p.s.

I have a whole Elena post coming up. She took a lot of really good photos this past year, and (unlike everyone else) she sent me a bunch to showcase. That's the next post. Yiiiipppppppeeee!!!

that's why you'll always find me in the kitchen at parties.

There was a mini jam at Adam's a long time ago. Here are the pictures. Lots of dancinginginging.


Seal's "Kis From A Rose" is still awesome. Random much?:

Happy Birthday Bob!!! (Sorry I missed the screening.)

It's like photographic maturbation/incest over here.

All of our souls are escaping our bodies, apparently.

Jesus fucking Christ this shit is starting to get all Flowers In the Attic up on here. Yet, much like Flowers In the Attic, I'm not sure if I should be repulsed or aroused.

Along with Ben's Hooters shirt, Adam's 'Party--On/Off' shirt is getting put in the running for bro clothing situation of the century.

Hey look, it's Celine again!

Me: I'm gonna take a picture of your cast Celine.

Celine: Sure.

[I set up the shot]

Ben: No mate, you need to take a shot of that [points the camera to Celine's bum]

Me: Wow Ben, classy. Real classy.

Ben: Do whatever the hell you want now.

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The following are all self explanatory, really. The only thing that you really need to know is, Le Tigre "I'm So Exited," Dolly Parton "Baby, I'm Burning," La Bouche "Be My Lover," Le Tigre "Deceptacon," New Order "Age Of Consent," Joy Division "Love Will Tear Us Apart," Shakira "Hips Don't Lie," David Bowie "Let's Dance," TLC "No Scrubs," The White Stripes "Blue Orchid," The Hives "A Little More You, A Little Less Me" and Christina Aguilera vs. The Strokes.

Melinda going, "Brian change the song, now!" After 50 seconds of every fucking song.

Due to Melinda's ADD, we burned through all of the aforementioned songs in about 20 minutes. Too much, too soon, too fast, to bed.


+p.s.

On June 17th, I'll be leaving New York for a two-week Florida vacation. I have to get all of these photos up by then, so check back soon.

walk home, come down, retreat to sleep!

Party central is back is business. Yaaaaaaaaaaaay! By now these are quite old, but whatevs.
This was allll the way back on May 18th at Pat & Adam's old place. They no longer live there. Now it's Adam & Bob's & Jake's place, and it's down the block and around the corner.

Ringleader of the tormentors:

People danced.

Garett wasn't down with the music selection. Switch!

OK, I'm going to be a millionaire off of this shit. It's a new photgraphic series that I'm putting together, it's called lighT| darK. Two photos, one with flash one without, same pose & postiotion each time. Goldie! (this specific one is caled: boB | lighT | darK |smokE | chokE | ? |)

Jams followed.

Action shots. (True story: this was the reaction to Garett putting on DMX's "My Niggaz." I shit you not. It was on Graham's iPod.)

Yes, "My Niggaz" is still on.

Melinda decided that she had to join in on the fun.

Oh shit...

Our gracious host, Jakers!

It was Steel Magnolias in that part of the room.

Mad Max had to go back to the Thunderdome (a.k.a. Connecticut.)

I got this one right before Ben let them shots go 'rrrrrring!'


+p.s.

More photos up soon. Very soon.