The next few posts take us all the way back to the summer of 2013. Ah, it was a good time. We had an engagement party here in SF to celebrate our upcoming nuptials. So, of course, we went to have sushi and sing karaoke. I don’t know what all the fuss is recently on the internet about it being hard to make friends as an adult. We have made so many good friends here in the Bay area, and I feel very lucky about that. These people are fantastic, plain and simple. Not pictured: baby Cow & Angela.
Posted on 2014-01-25T23:19:14Z GMT
These pictures are from a night out in the Mission. I believe it was Jina’s birthday, which was Supervillain themed. Pretty awesome theme, right?
Well, the Mission always provides an interesting evening, no matter what. We ended up at Morrissay night, which is apparently a very popular bar thing here. There was some argument about which Morrissay club to attend. So what is a Morrissay night you ask!? Well, in between booty shaking remixes of today’s top 40 dance tracks they throw in a Morrissay song. So every other song you feel like slitting your wrists! FUN! Or maybe you want to slit your wrists the whole time because top 40 dance tracks are pretty awful too.
But…despite what you might think, all this strangeness equals a bad ass fun party time experience. Which we had. We also got to talk to a crackhead who openly admitted to us that we was high on crack RIGHT NOW! Good for you man! Also, people climb on things when they are drunk…and it’s hilarious. Anyway, long story long – fucking great time.
Posted on 2014-01-12T03:17:31Z GMT
My co-worker has an amazing boat and was kind enough to invite Matt and I out to cruise the bay during the America’s cup. It was a fantastic day. I drank a crap ton of champaign and Matt got sea sick. Yay! I’m now 6 months behind in my blog posting. So, from now on this blog lives in the past. At least till I catch up which may take me a year.
Posted on 2014-01-11T23:43:21Z GMT
…unless, or course, you are Matt Mills . Or me, apparently. This is not advisable, and I promise I am being safe! My drive to work here in Oakland usually includes a crap load of fog. Coming from a place where fog is rare, this is fascinating for me. I work at the a peak in the Oakland hills that overlooks the city and the bay area. On a good day, after the fog burns off, I can see the Golden Gate bridge, the Bay bridge, and the San Mateo bridge: a three bridge view. Then, on my way home I can see a tiny SF in the distance. I don’t have anything to complain about…
Posted on 2013-12-01T23:44:22Z GMT
My lovely and beautiful friend Fallon, like me, is very self-conscious about pictures. I mean, who among us isn’t, right ladies and gents?
We are all victims of the double chin, the bad angle, the unflattering lighting, OR the snap shot where my mouth is half open and one of my eyes is shut and I’m flailing my arms in some awkward manner—okay, maybe that is a slightly more personal description of how I usually feel that I photograph. I always hope look better in person than I do on film! Out of a hundred or a thousand images, ONE might barely get close at the attempt to capture what a person encompasses in love and life and how they affect people. Some people are more talented than others at actualizing that perfect still image…but we are all our worst critics, and it’s really hard to try to see yourself through someone else’s eyes, much less the end of a camera lens.
Shit, pictures are hard. I rarely feel like my likeness (that is, the person I feel like I am) is captured on film. But we see ourselves from a different vantage point than others do. Fallon, I hope you can see what I see in this picture, because damn, you’re beautiful. And you make me smile.
Posted on 2013-12-01T23:12:15Z GMT
