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Wednesday, January 16th, 2008

I don’t want to make pretty things anymore.

Apparently, my answer to the Kobayashi Maru is the same as Peter Kirk’s.

But at least this artistic/emotional self-destruction will give a voice to the silent. It will singe the source of the indiscretion and, with any luck, it will save others in the future from being subjected to it…

EDIT: It appears me assessment of the situation was flawed. I’ve since learned that, concerning the situation, the only one worth emotionally/artistically martyring myself for…is me.

Burn and purge.


Saturday, December 22nd, 2007

I just coined the term…feel free to use it.

If you develop a keen eye, you can spot them a mile away. Relatively green models that get a handful of shoots with accomplished photographers under their belt and, suddenly, get some inner “Diva Switch” flipped on inside them. Ivy school college football jocks match them for pure empty bravado. Sometimes the transformation is subtle, sometimes it’s sudden…but the result is always the same. It’s one of the prominent reasons I stopped shooting for a while.

The thing is…although the mentality is often stitch-sewn to the fanciful notion of making modeling one’s career (that’s usually what turns on the generator that ignites the switch in these ‘models’), there are models who do make it into a career…into their job, and you can tell they, still, are artists first. That primarily motivating force is what separates them. Or at least I like to think that’s the case. Perhaps there are presumptuously aloof artists that can be completely consumed by the art…but I doubt it.

I doubt it because I keep running into accomplished, stunning models (many, art models) who aren’t riddled with the Banshee mentality. Perhaps it’s because these models aren’t using modeling as a means to fill their empty “conceit gas tanks”.

Then again, so much of art is self discovery. If that’s the case, maybe the catharsis is just a way to unveil the truer faces we each hide underneath our social etiquette…and perhaps the Banshees do us a greater service by blossoming from their cocoon rather than hiding their true nature behind pretty ephemeral petals.

There is no Honor: Of Cowards and Cheerleaders

Thursday, December 20th, 2007

It’s funny the myriad layers upon which indecency and sexual assault is perpetrated and defended.

I was on ModelMayhem recently on a rather volatile thread that turned into a question of what constitutes a ’sexual offense’. One particular photographer’s continued words supported the idea that even if the offender is not completely sure about the consent they have to advance on someone else, they are justified in doing so if a firm verbal “no” is not placed. The equivalent of saying it is okay to march, willy nilly, onto another’s property and do as you wish so long as there is no “Do Not Trespass” sign.

You can see the interactions here, on page 4 of this thread until the point where I leave the conversation at the end of page 9:

The name of the offender you’re looking for is: Daguerre.

To make a long story short, I came to find out that his demented view actually translated directly to his repulsive behavior in real life. I was alerted to this when I was directed here, to Iona Lynn’s blog, by Candy Poses. Now, this isn’t just some regular run-of-the-mill story about an abusive photographer. Iona is a heavily experienced, well respected model. But…even that might not have been the final straw…until friends (more people with sterling reputations) online start coming out in support…some with their very own personal stories dealing with this, as I’ve dubbed him, “Repulsive Maggot”.

One of the key things to note is that this wasn’t some regular schmuck with a camera. He was an accomplished photographer with an obvious psychological imbalance that fed upon the personal and professional trust of the models that worked with him.

So, now that I’m done addressing the coward himself, let’s point the finger at the others:

In the thread I’ve linked to above, it suddenly became very obvious who supported him and the sick ideas of “personal responsibility” he was outlining. One model in particular (”It’s Lisbeth”), felt compelled to call me a jerk because, even before knowing of his heinous acts, I could see through his shit. She then pranced into the one unlocked thread still remotely dealing with the topic and whimpered around garnering the pity of some, because she had befriended this freak and defended him. Quoted from my response in that separate thread (in response to a poster that pitied her, suggesting she was not deserving of the consequences she would garner for her involvement):

“And her discovery in private of her relationship with someone who’s done the things he’s done would weigh any less on her conscience? No. We are all responsible for the company we keep, even if our only alibi is: “I would have never known.”

I do agree that it is a bit unfair for people to randomly harass her about it…but she’s sticking her face out in public, now.

Even before the facts came to light, there was support by her for the mentality that leads to violations such as the perpetrator committed. I was there for it. There is no “Get Out Of Jail Free” pity card for that.”

But, it’s not only her. There are other members on the site who giddily pom-pommed the brainless argument that the victims in these cases were, in fact, not victims because they did not follow X prerequisites to stop it. Idiots. Really…there is no nice way to put it. Idiots.

They seem more concerned with trying to avoid looking like fools for supporting a now well-known sexual predator than with realizing the importance of the issue. And all this doesn’t even get into the oceans of comments made with a disrespectful humor that came out in complete disregard of the dire nature of the situation.

I thought I’d come to grips with the tactless nature of the human species. I thought I’d come to grips with the egotistical nature of the human species. I thought I’d come to grips with the repugnant nature of the human species. I thought I’d come to grips with the irresponsible nature of the human species. I thought I’d come to grips with the outright stupid nature of the human species.

How wrong I was.

At the end of the day, the only solace left is the kind words sent to me in private by people who were violated by this worthless fuckwad…people who I respect and admire.

To them, my eternal thanks goes out. May your bravery ever singe the stupidity of humanity and break them from their myopic blinders of mere personal understanding.


Wednesday, December 12th, 2007

I’ve been meaning to give one of these nifty blog things a go for some time. I update my site too infrequently for my taste and always end up having some imagery that I’ve procrastinating displaying because of being behind. This medium should provide an easy way to showcase multiple images from shoots and I can also retroactively post messages from older shoots that never got their proper spotlight.

In addition, it will probably be a venue to talk about random topics…most of which I’ll try to keep art-related to some degree (I know some of you aren’t that interested in having me rant for hours about certain topics!).

So….yeah. Here it is. :)