New Art Distributor!!!

Nov. 24, 2010   Leave a Comment  

PrintedArt.com has taken me into their collection! Neat, huh? They’re offering prints (get the acrylic drybond… I love the way photos look under acrylic.) of my work in limited editions of 100 for each. Here’s a couple samples of what’s up in their collection:

Repunzel, let down thy hair!

Nov. 17, 2010   Leave a Comment  

Ok, not quite. But for those who’ve known me and my work for a while- I have had pixie hairs forever.
When I shot Tipper Gore I had cutehairs.

Don’t get me wrong- I loooove my short hair. Well, at least I did. As with anything in this life, its novelty wore off. I found that I only had short hair because I was lazy. So October of 2009 I went REALLY short- I was tired of maintaining my short hair. Can you believe that?
Super Pixie Hairs

(Damn, that’s a sharp haircut! I do kinda miss the short hair… LOL I’m nostalgic- leave me alone!)

So, why would I grow out my hairs when I’m one of 20% of the population who can ‘get away’ with short hair (I love that- Get Away with it, as though it’s 1920…)? I wanted to look like a girl, a woman, and not a boy.

Look- I get it. I’m tall, skinny, and have small boobs. Short hair is an automatic lesbian statement in today’s society (and the ladies LOVE me!), and while it’s fun to pretend, it strips away a bit of your sense of femininity… which is precisely what I was going for post-breakup-2005.

But now? Now I want to be curvy, sassy, girly and look like a good-for-nothin’-woman. I’ve gained weight and muscle back to my ‘dancer’ weight of 1997, which is 25 pounds over ‘model weight’ believe it or not… (let’s discuss that later), have a few more curves and hair I can not only play with, but gets stuck in my mouth, under the straps of my bags, my eyeballs, etc.
Kevin Foong, photographer, 45 stories up mid-town.
PhotoBooth Fun at Fotoweek DC2010

So, It’s growing. And let me say- It’s 1998 everytime I look in the mirror. What a trip! LOL It really does feel like forever since I had long hair, it’s always somewhat fluctuated… it’s amazing the transformative properties and possibilities we have as humans… I suppose this is the higher meaning, the moral of this story. Just call me Aesop.

Let’s take a fun trip down memory lane!

The OG hair: This is taken circa 2000. I was a wee lassy.
Nineteen-year-old model-Carly Hippie Hair

I love bangs. Almost all my hairstyles have had them. I like hiding behind my hair. It’s true. This was pre-uber-short-chop. I had tricked myself into believing I was going to grow it out again, but for some reason didn’t like it… so off with her head, essentially.
I <3 Bangs

Who can forget the “who hair” phase… which progressed into the David Bowie phase (as were most of my “shit I need a haircut” days…)
Who Hair (4 a.m. wake-ups suck)

David Bowie Hair (If I had a dollar everytime...)

Dear SiVad, you were loved and are missed. RIP 2010. I wore this hairstyle to Soup or Salad (my peoples in the south can I get a heyyyyyyyyy). . . and elicited a LOT of response…
R.I.P.-photographer Sivad, God's messenger and creator of FishHair.

well. that was fun, but now I’m bored. I’m off kids. Stay Tuned.
CeO
(and always remember: I’m a Magical Unicorn. It’s true.)
I'm a Magical Unicorn. Last of my kind.

Won’t you be my neighbor?

Nov. 17, 2010   Leave a Comment  

Shift, Change, Instruct, Describe, Exude.

Welcome to my life. And the tides that gradually eek out a rut or wash away the grime… I’d like to pretend I’m a glass-half-empty-kinda-gal, but let’s be honest- I’m always out there spewing my love and light bullshit. Isn’t as glamorous, lemme tell ya.

That all being said. Clean cup, Move Down. There’s going to be a bit of a format change on this blog in the future to allow for more posting, more often. Enjoy!

Engage Metamorphosis…

This link is to a video of me and my boobs. Have fun with that! On A Rooftop by Kevin@Baynard Studios

New Tearsheets: W25 Magazine

June 1, 2010   Leave a Comment  

I play both Sandy and Danny, in a modern twist on Grease!

Photog: Farrell Kramer

Stylist/Makeup: Shatonia Amee, Daleesa

Portrait of a Fine-Art-shooting-Jiu-Jitsu-fighting-photographer

May 21, 2010   Leave a Comment  

Tiano took some amazing shots of me:

by TianoMy photographers often have wanted to experience life as a model, and now that I’m a photographer I’m flattered that many of them trust me to capture them. It is a great responsibility to tell their story, and here is Tiano, the Jiu-Jitsu-fighting-fine-art-photographer. :)

Lost Souls

May 21, 2010   Leave a Comment  

Here’s a snapshot of the less-touristy areas of Galveston, often afflicted, and then abandoned or ignored. I love how the colors play against the sky, still almost the definitive beach-bunny-color scheme.  These were all shot from the car, out the window. I love how it almost stretches the images, twists up the ends like an old photo.

Gulf Coast Delights

May 20, 2010   Leave a Comment  

Here’s a few pics from my recent travels over Galveston Island on the Texas Gulf coast and Houston. Travel piece to follow at Blast.com. Galveston is a wonderfully nostalgic place that is literally disappearing into time, while Houston is a thriving metroplex.

Alley Cats

May 2, 2010   Leave a Comment  

model/mua Laura New

model Mars Ayane

"Friends are like stars…

May 2, 2010   Leave a Comment  

…you may not always see them, but they’re always there” goes a well known quote, and a couple years ago started shooting on this theme. Here’s the Houston version, and of course there’s editions over on ESJG: There’s the Texas 2009, Santa Fe Winter 2009, and Santa Fe Summer 2009 editions.

Here’s the Houston Spring of 2010 edition…

Midwest Melodrama

April 30, 2010   Leave a Comment  

On Easter I ate ribs.
(are ya followin’ me here?)
Weekdays rocked out the coneys, and spent a dinner at Manson’s fave hangout. Charles, not Marilyn.
(“And Bob Huggins!”)
Saw a black guy that spilled cool like Run DMC, named Zoran, rock out the drums to the typical midwestern-bar-cover-band-soundtrack.
Wound up a mountain and tore down a molehill.
Birthdays in an old-folks home.
Rotated twenty stories up reading stories from the hills.
Bickered, begged, belittled and belied.
Demanded coiffure on a sportscaster and received my wish.
Auntie Ferrari and her husband Fausto are just lookin’ for a coupla nice kids to live in their attic, any takers?