3rd September 2012

Photo reblogged from TRUE STORIES FROM AN L.A. BABY with 13 notes

californoir:

Old Elvis on Freemont St. (included in “Las Noir”) Vegas, 2012
Happy Labour Day! In honour of America and the working class, I’ve changed the price of the e-book version of “LAS NOIR” for $4.99. Today only! You can view it with the iBook app on any e-book reader, as well as iTunes.
While yr at it, you should follow me on twitter and read the first interview I’ve ever done with WHACK! Magazine.
God bless ya, America. The working class is the backbone of this country. Cheers to you.

californoir:

Old Elvis on Freemont St. (included in “Las Noir”) Vegas, 2012

Happy Labour Day! In honour of America and the working class, I’ve changed the price of the e-book version of “LAS NOIR” for $4.99. Today only! You can view it with the iBook app on any e-book reader, as well as iTunes.

While yr at it, you should follow me on twitter and read the first interview I’ve ever done with WHACK! Magazine.

God bless ya, America. The working class is the backbone of this country. Cheers to you.

18th August 2012

Photo reblogged from TRUE STORIES FROM AN L.A. BABY with 17 notes

californoir:

BITZER : SELL DOOM
A photograph from my “Las Noir” collection is being used for an album cover! I am so excited. BITZER is a darkstep/dubstep/bitstep album that was made by my partner in crime, Bobby. These creepy wubwubs bounced off the walls of the empty condo as I was working on my book. They continue to haunt me.
Now, everyone hates on dubstep because of Skrillex. Fuck that guy. The dubstep you hear on television or the radio is a LIE. True dubstep started in L.A. with Pure Filth. Sam is the man! Hands down! Pure fucking bass to melt yr face. Pure Filth shows will make you sweat and want to die, then be resurrected just to do it all over. Another great example of dubstep is DatsiK, Excision, Culprate. Shit that sounds like an alien invasion is taking place.
And now there’s BITZER. An L.A. transplant with European roots. A new vision with harder, nastier sounds and still old school. Listen to it in a dark room with an open mind. Take a drive to the desert or anywhere void of sentimentality. Loop it with “The Shining” muted. It’ll trip you out, and that’s the whole point of music, right?

californoir:

BITZER : SELL DOOM

A photograph from my “Las Noir” collection is being used for an album cover! I am so excited. BITZER is a darkstep/dubstep/bitstep album that was made by my partner in crime, Bobby. These creepy wubwubs bounced off the walls of the empty condo as I was working on my book. They continue to haunt me.

Now, everyone hates on dubstep because of Skrillex. Fuck that guy. The dubstep you hear on television or the radio is a LIE. True dubstep started in L.A. with Pure Filth. Sam is the man! Hands down! Pure fucking bass to melt yr face. Pure Filth shows will make you sweat and want to die, then be resurrected just to do it all over. Another great example of dubstep is DatsiK, Excision, Culprate. Shit that sounds like an alien invasion is taking place.

And now there’s BITZER. An L.A. transplant with European roots. A new vision with harder, nastier sounds and still old school. Listen to it in a dark room with an open mind. Take a drive to the desert or anywhere void of sentimentality. Loop it with “The Shining” muted. It’ll trip you out, and that’s the whole point of music, right?

6th August 2012

Photo reblogged from TRUE STORIES FROM AN L.A. BABY with 92 notes

californoir:

Here is the secret project I’ve been working on. “Las Noir” is a collection of photography concentrating on the seedy underbelly of Vegas. There are 80 photographs of desolate urban landscapes and candid portraits of people who live and work in the city of Sin.
The majority of this book was shot during a month long stay in Vegas, other photographs are from previous visits.
Currently there are two sizes: Standard landscape (10x8) and  large landscape (13x11). They are available in softcover and hardcover and soon they’ll be available in e-book format!
I’ve set the prices relatively low for fans of my work who want to own a collection of my photography, since my prints are usually expensive. I wanted to put out an entire book for an affordable price as a way of saying thank you for enjoying my work over the years.
Please buy and reblog. I’m a starving artist and yr support would mean the world to me.

californoir:

Here is the secret project I’ve been working on. “Las Noir” is a collection of photography concentrating on the seedy underbelly of Vegas. There are 80 photographs of desolate urban landscapes and candid portraits of people who live and work in the city of Sin.

The majority of this book was shot during a month long stay in Vegas, other photographs are from previous visits.

Currently there are two sizes: Standard landscape (10x8) and  large landscape (13x11). They are available in softcover and hardcover and soon they’ll be available in e-book format!

I’ve set the prices relatively low for fans of my work who want to own a collection of my photography, since my prints are usually expensive. I wanted to put out an entire book for an affordable price as a way of saying thank you for enjoying my work over the years.

Please buy and reblog. I’m a starving artist and yr support would mean the world to me.

13th April 2012

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Cleanse: Collaboration with Rose-Wine

Fifty souls.  Filled to the brim with hatred.  Overflowin with contempt.  Halfway through the words we wretch on their taste.  Spittin out the consonants to the hard trampled dirt.  How can anyone be so fuckin blind.  To be fooled by those snakes IS to be worthy of death.  Just as much as the liars, the believers will suffer too.  The hunt IS on.  Blood boils in wide veins.  This rage will overcome us if we fail to reach the target.  Clenched fists lust for the impact of violence.  An understandin among us all, has been reached.  We’ll tear each other to shreds if the object of our hate slips our grasp.  Pull the flesh from bones too black to wear the skin of man.  The first wave of death.  To end every life we touch.  The second to emulsify their remains.  Wipe them like shit from the faces of the downtrodden.  And burn it clean. 

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13th April 2012

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Memory

In an instant.  It could all be taken away.  Everythin we’ve walked towards.  This flat earth.  Longin for no end in sight.  It only works if there’s no end.  It can’t be circular.  There can’t be a cycle.  The path IS infinite.  One foot in front of the other.  Side by side.  On to the next and the next.  The pages swirl around us and keep the details in mind.  How long will it be till we get our story straight? What IS the definition of you and me.  Can it survive as a collection of tender actions?  A gift each moment.  So pure.  Sincere.  Do we need to trap the words and tie them down?  If only there were no urgency in your voice.  No panic in your heart.  We could just lay here forever. 

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22nd March 2012

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Faith

Silver cover protects the valued heirlooms.  Thoughts of her pour through the filth.  Warmth in a desolate ice field.  The first feelin of ownership in a long homecomin.  Layed out in a pattern for the hidin of secrets. Keep them locked away so that no one can steal them.  Any intruders will suffer the consequences of the darkest hatred stored deep for years.  Let it all spill out and smother the despised.  Discontent aches in the throat like the burn of undiluted bile.  A black scar runs high along the fault line.  Ready to shake the foundation of an ideology Long overdue, this mindset will be crushed from the hearts of the blind.  Distasteful ignorance of the sufferin endured by so many.  His name IS only spoken by those who need him least.  With arms full the downcast eyes look selfishly at the Sun.  Greedy for excess.  Pain accepted at the prospect of more.

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20th March 2012

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Angular

Upon the arrival of the turnin glance. The watcher sits uneasy. Locked away in the displacement of his emotions. Plucked from the safety of transparency. Shoved into a corner and told to complete what IS not his own. A distraction given to welled up eyes. A flood averted by easy means. No longer a captain in his own vessel. Rough pine hardens soft hands. A cross forgotten by the mass produced. Stars now implemented in a secure cage for the private. Flex inherent in the construction. Poured into a mold and formed for modes unknown. The pilot slides in and guides the bells. Ringin out across white peaks and rollin horses.

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18th March 2012

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Move

Headed backwards up the hill of doubt.  Shakey knees twist and turn in timid recoil.  Fears swell like the strings of the philharmonic.  A minor setback in the big picture, but the frame IS creased.  The color runs out the bottom of the image onto the sterile floor.  Spillin into a lifeless theatre.  If no one sees it, does it still evoke memory?  The reminder seeks out one with a past to induce a pause.  The pause of reflection and melancholy.  Three heads stand tall in wait.  Faced East toward their rightful owner.  One behind the other.  A bullet of nicety could drop them all in one fell swoop.  Claws sharpened on necessity.  Used as practice for the big day.  A commitment to the nation of the firm grip.  The migration a hundred years too late, but not a day too soon.  Proud stars wave from high above.  Watchin over all the lost souls who chase their manufactured dreams.  Given the opportunity, we’d all leave this race. 

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17th March 2012

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Conjure

Beneath the warmth of covers. Wrapped up in the comfort of safety. A velvet squeeze hugs tight. Softness calms the mind that rushes nowhere. Extended across a cloud of concern. Outstretched on peaks that pre-date our spiral. Chased around the drain for years. Arm in arm we can block the surety of collapse. Joined now the future IS certain. A collision of particles now at rest. Black lines curled along the outermost edges. Designed for the highest success rate. An attempt stalled. Fear in the eyes of the desired. Pushin hard for the release. A tired hand falls limp in defeat. The arrival of satisfaction. The return of a king to his court. Restored to a former peace which has been unknown for so long. The traveller has sought out his calm on countless voyages. Now found, a different kind of adventure can resume. One of grave importance and dire need.

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16th March 2012

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Crouch

The hassle of mild convenience.  Joinin the masses.  A migration to the center of attention.  Passin responsibility to the one who can handle it.  The stop and start of exertion.  Leaves piled high.  The pieces of anothers past gathered into one place.  A collection of experience streamlined.  Stripped of all that cannot translate.  A numb expression.  A muted brush.  Color IS only temporary for those who fail to grip.  The constant pressure to maintain an appearance of balance.  A face caught in angles of light, webs of persuasion.  The snake in the grass whispers kind words to gain favor.  Give me what I want.  We both know you will.  Eyes too kind to deny.  Hopes personified in a catalog of somethin different.  Until you can prove I’m lyin, there’s no way to justify your anger.  Until it’s confirmed that I falsify my state, I’ll lay in wait and expect what IS mine.

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