Outtakes
Usually when I go take pictures I’ll try to post the ones I really like. Or at least the ones I don’t think suck too bad. The result is assloads of photos that just sit around. Ones I don’t really like that much but that I hoard away in my 45 cat infested digital double wide trailer along with unused headers and album art from that week I was like, really into dubstep last winter. But then I stopped eating Ambien and staying awake to trip the night away, and the “dubstep really kinda sucks ” thing caught up with me.
But at any rate, the pictures are still there and I add and add to them. I use them to test my theory that photo editing could make a picture of steaming vomit with broccoli chunks look half cool. Sometimes I’m proven true, though I have yet to get anyone to feast on broccoli then puke so I can take a picure of it and run it through GIMP filters. I’m sure somebody has already beat me to it with Instagram anyways after a frat party or something. Most of the time though it just goes to show my theory could use some refining. There’s a difference between a photo looking half cool and just looking kind of fucked up and weird or artificially old.
Anyhowitzer, here four pictures I dug out.
Downtown Scranton a few weeks ago. HDR filter from some French filter pack I found at the GIMP plugin registry.
The Stainless Steel Provider. My money generator, the big machine at work. Looks like a dual guillotine. I’ve put somewhere in the vicinity of 25,000 pieces of dishware through that pig since I started this job two and a half years ago. It doesn’t have a name or anything, it’s just known as The Machine. I should slap a Black Flag sticker on it or something. Used the carTOONize filter, but tweaked the fuck out of it. Still looks like shit. The Machine aint much to look at really.
The jacket, hat and boots behind this blog. I was on a kick where I’d just arrange random shit and take pictures of it to be all arty. Obviously it was a mistake. I was going to use this as my About picture since I thought it was pretty funny that I’d have some “mysterious” shit like this when if you look, the stats on the screen show that this blog has had about 450 hits since 2009. Of course this was taken at the beginning of the month prior to my blog’s unexplained surge in popularity. So now I have like 700 views since 2009. I had better really hide now. Lomo filter.
This is actually a photo I took back when I lived in Erie, and it’s one I actually like. Erie had some good dirty alleys with bad graffitti-the combination came off way better than super arty graffitti any day. I like fucked up looking shit thats all decrepit and more dischordant than “epic” or whatever. Probably because I’ve slept in more alleys like this than I have in hip art galleries. HDR filter, or Effets Photo Divers as it says.
Shoe pictures! Always a way to a girl’s heart. And they are Docs too!
Now I need to learn to use a photo editing program to make my shoe pics look like art instead of just like I have a lot of shoes.
I think my brother has been doing shoe pictures long before it was cool and long before digital much less instagram (which I have on my phone but never used). I can remember my mom yelling at him every time she got family holiday photos developed because there would always be one of my brothers foot/shoe. It became a family joke, somehow he would always sneak a pic of his foot on to every roll.
I just put my DM’s on the chair cause I’d already put my jacket and hat on it. It seemed to make sense at the time, but then again the whole thing is more of a purposeful goof on like those fancy avant jacket liner photos of authors desks or whatever.
The only good photo of footwear I ever took, probably the only other photo of footwear I ever took, was back in 96 on one of my trips to NYC. There was this super high priced shoe boutique in mid town Manhattan, and sitting out on the sidewalk right in front of the store window was an old beat to shit pair of combat boots someone had left there. It just was one of those things aching to be photographed; the 800 dollar a pair high fashion shoes in the window and the crusty old boots on the sidewalk looking up at them.