It's supposedly "suicide tuesday" but I finally have the energy to lift photos to online status. How's that for ironic. How's that for throwing off the statistics. No suicide for me! Oh wait, that's drug related, not simply exhaustion related.


The party really was good enough to almost erase all memory of the god awful line. I got there at 9:00 and waited patiently in line with everybody else. Except it seems that not everybody else was waiting as patiently as I and the group I was with. Two hours later the line behind was shorter and the line in front simply got more and more dense. We decided we had to be assholes ourselves and push and shove, using force to get what we wanted. I hate doing that but anger motivates in interesting ways. I hate the sexism that was shown by allowing women to get in first. I don't care about any justifications due to exposure from skimpiness or whatever: people are people. I also hated the way we were treated as subhuman herd animals by the video crew who thought that they could make the line look like they were having a blast and get a few seconds of video by yelling "Geeeet Freeaaaky!" The line WAS responsive but I have one thing to say: video people, you are not getting objective video if you are manipulating your subjects. It means your results have only dishonest, inflated representations of what the experience was really all about. Think about it. What are you really trying to create?

But once inside, the party met every expectation. I love the intensity, the noise, the over-stimulation. There's never a dull moment if you keep your eyes open and your brain ready. I could not have done the photos without the lighting assistance of a very psycho cowboy named Justin. Here you go:



Other people's photos (OPP!)
Brit Ellsbery
Feff
Eric Hamilton

Labels: Photos, Raves

Imagine a for-real fashion show in Salt Lake City! Furthermore, in the super secret Masonic temple. I didn't think they happened (although I'm probably just clueless) but one DID occur. Blue Medusa clothing has been working for the past half year to bring together a diorama of fashion designers, models, cinemetographers, photographers, and more in order to make the night what it was. I was fortunate to be able to do some of the promotional photos, so people may have seen the image below on some SLC papers that cover local events.

The shooting was tough at the show. I am incredibly indebted to Madelyn Boudreaux for letting me borrow one of her lenses. I normally shoot quite wide but the place was huge and I needed to be able to get closer without BEING close. I thought I was completely SOL but she saved me. So, check to see what I managed to get:



One more thing that I must get out: I've seen fashion shows on TV before, but never in real life. The difference of experience is greater than, say, music on CD compared to live. They really had some professional runway models there, and I experienced something I never had before. I came to the profound realization that they REALLY know how to walk. There was one in particular that completely blew my mind; something about the energy and intensity that can be exuded, the complete captivation by a huge audience, that turns the vulnerability of being in front of that audience into an incredible source of power. It's breathtaking to watch. It's not all about sexuality either, it's just raw charisma.

Labels: Events, Photos