photography is the construction of fiction, not fact

being in the photo pit for the silversun pickups last friday was probably one of the more fun experiences i've had courtesy of the workplace. and now i am saddled with avoiding photo editing and the sad fact that i need a new lens... anyone, anyone?

photo editing awaits me in my personal projects as well. BLECHHHHHH!!!! THAT'S HOW MONDAYS MAKE ME FEEELLLLL!

portrait of the artist at work

why am i making like an asian stereotype and wearing a SARS mask? because something in my room which may or may not be my charcoal animation has been sending me into asthmatic coughing fits for the past week. fuck my life. no, really. fuck it hard.

p.s. on a brighter note, don't i look like i'm at the height of my androgyny or what?