Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Destroyer - Painter In Your Pocket

Still haven't had the time to develop anything new, so here's an oldie, but a goodie.


Friday, December 26, 2008

Os Mutantes - Primier Bonheur du jour

I'll hopefully be able to develop some new rolls of film this week (or next) so I dont really have anything new to put up here. Instead, I'll take a quick photo break and put two of my favorite New Yorker covers. These are the only issues I've hung on to and they happen to be by the same artist, Adrian Tomine.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

American Football - Honestly

I hope $4 bottles of wine never stop being 'the good shit.'


Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Peter and co. - Paris 2004

This could regard a hundred different things right now, but I'm really trying. I really am.


Friday, December 12, 2008

Decemberists - Grace Cathedral Hill

An oldie, but a goodie. This was one of my favorite photos from our trip through Argentina like a year and a half ago. I forgot what the story about the yellow flowers was. I think they are endemic to the Atacama or something and our driver was telling us about some local guy who was trying to prove they could cure cancer or maybe some other disease, I forgot that too.


As usual, I regret not taking this with my 35mm.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

The Thrills - Deckchairs and Cigarettes

One of my favorite things, ever, is the brain's ability to link memories of certain people and places to olfactory senses. I was riding my bike behind Goering's yesterday and caught the whiff of something that smelled like hotdogs. Right then, I could remember being a little kid in a school cafeteria in Miami and looking for a place to sit. The memories aren't really of a specific event, but more like a reminder of how a particular time used to feel like. Unfortunately, as soon as the smell in question has dissipated, the vivid memories fade away as quickly as they came. It's as if the brain wires memory and smell together. Or maybe it does.

A couple weeks ago, again while riding bike around town, the combination of exhaust, humidity, and maybe something else, made me remember my uncle's car, and I felt like I was, for a tiny second, in Bogotá.

As much as I try to bring whatever memory back on my own, it doesn't come back as strongly. That is, until I smell certain foods, cigarettes, perfumes, roofing tar, etc that my brain has associated with first days of school, travels, initial dates, cities, christmases, ages, etc.


Saturday, December 6, 2008

Owen - Bags of Bones

Aside from all the obvious things I'm going to miss about Gainesville, like 3rd Ave, the Top, being chatted up by the homeless, Critical Mass rides, cats, etc, I'm really going to miss spanish moss. Although, I never skip an opportunity to take photos of them, I still don't feel that I have taken a real 'spanish moss photo.'

I'll just make sure to keep my camera close for the next couple of weeks.


Thursday, December 4, 2008

Get Up Kids - Campfire Kansas

Sort of appropriate song I think.


Tuesday, December 2, 2008