Wednesday, August 03, 2005
The Most Excellent Rev. Tassy Pink
This is from the most recent update to Blue Blood's Barely Evil and Pinkgasm. We shot this in a real place where we had to worry about getting busted being naughty. I love stuff like this.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
One more pic and then I get back to work . . .
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Sexy Fandom & Other Photo News
Oh yeah, couple cool news things:
Forrest Black and I shot the image for the new flyer for Sexy Fandom with Molly Case

Also shot the cover of the new On Our Backs and the cover of the new Spread, plus some stuff for Girlfriends and Marquis and some other stuff I'm not thinking of right now. We are all over the newsstand right now. I love print and I especially love magazines.
Forrest Black and I shot the image for the new flyer for Sexy Fandom with Molly Case
Also shot the cover of the new On Our Backs and the cover of the new Spread, plus some stuff for Girlfriends and Marquis and some other stuff I'm not thinking of right now. We are all over the newsstand right now. I love print and I especially love magazines.
Stuff
Okay, I haven't been updating this thing much lately. Been crazy busy and kind of jacked up my ankle again to boot. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so I'm going to post some picture updates today and try to post more words later. Got a magazine deadline I need to make which I am procrastinating, even as I post this...

This shot is a sample from the most recent update to Blue Blood's Gothic Sluts. This is from one of the shoots Forrest and I did on our most recent East Coast trip. I miss some things about the East Coast more than I knew. And I knew I missed some stuff as it was beforehand. Good friends who actually know me, people who read, beautiful wedding, higher education.
This shot is a sample from the most recent update to Blue Blood's Gothic Sluts. This is from one of the shoots Forrest and I did on our most recent East Coast trip. I miss some things about the East Coast more than I knew. And I knew I missed some stuff as it was beforehand. Good friends who actually know me, people who read, beautiful wedding, higher education.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Comic Con & Email
Okay, I spent this weekend mostly dealing with computer headaches.
I missed three parties and a gallery show. I had to cancel dinner with friends. I didn't get my laundry done.
I did get the computer problems fixed. I did get a great haircut. I did get a combo housesitter and computer babysitter.
I am shooting every day for the next week. I am going to Comic Con. I am leaving momentarily.
If I am shooting you, you have my cell number. If you emailed, odds are good I didn't get it with the computer problems I've been dealing with. Usually, I am a digital girl, but please phone in this instance.
If you emailed me something which can wait a couple days, odds are good I didn't get it and it would be great if you could please email me again on Monday or Tuesday.
I missed three parties and a gallery show. I had to cancel dinner with friends. I didn't get my laundry done.
I did get the computer problems fixed. I did get a great haircut. I did get a combo housesitter and computer babysitter.
I am shooting every day for the next week. I am going to Comic Con. I am leaving momentarily.
If I am shooting you, you have my cell number. If you emailed, odds are good I didn't get it with the computer problems I've been dealing with. Usually, I am a digital girl, but please phone in this instance.
If you emailed me something which can wait a couple days, odds are good I didn't get it and it would be great if you could please email me again on Monday or Tuesday.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Whoo-hoo! I'm going to have fun at Comic Con! (Assuming I can get it together to get my laundry done.)

This picture is from the last San Diego event thrown by the folks who are doing the Saturday shindig at the convention.
<< Click here for an article about it and another pic>>
This picture is from the last San Diego event thrown by the folks who are doing the Saturday shindig at the convention.
<< Click here for an article about it and another pic>>
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Here is what I wrote about this set on Blue Blood's Gothic Sluts "I really like how you can feel Nina's sexuality in this set, but it is muted, like she is teetering on the cusp and could become submissive or dominant in the blink of an eye. Which is really pretty representative of what she is like in real life."
Look out!
Look out!
Saturday, June 11, 2005
There is an entertaining anecdote that goes with this most recent update to Blue Blood's Barely Evil, but I'm too tired to retell it. Forrest Black posted a bit about it here

Short version of day's events is: Alex rules.
Short version of day's events is: Alex rules.
I have been in and out of town so much lately, it is sort of a whirlwind. Totally exhausted from shooting. It was worth it. I really need to get back to my physical therapist, but I need to get another x-ray first. Soon soon. Sort of want to detail my adventures, but feeling more visual than verbal at the moment. Today's update to Blue Blood's Gothic Sluts shot by yours truly and Forrest Black:

If you heart Scar, you can see naughty NSFW samples of the most recent updates to Scar13.com at this link and this link
If you heart Scar, you can see naughty NSFW samples of the most recent updates to Scar13.com at this link and this link
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Scar is Awesome!
There is a new site called Scar13.com which just went live which I'm really pleased to have worked on. It is a really artistically satisfying collaborative effort by Scar, a bunch of the Blue Blood usual suspects, and a whole bunch of fun guest photogs. There are a slew of sample shots from the members area at http://www.blueblood.net/boards/showthread.php?t=3825 I'd love to hear feedback on what people think of the tour.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Monday, April 25, 2005
The West Wing
I've been watching the early seasons of the West Wing on DVD lately and really enjoying them. I talked to my mom for a long time this weekend and I asked her how accurate the show is in portraying what working in the West Wing is like. She told me that the show had been recommended to her by friends and she and my father had started to watch it, but my dad didn't like the show, so they stopped. She says that means she can't say how accurate it is. I think it probably means it must be pretty accurate.
Absent-Minded
I just realized that I totally left the house with my pants on inside-out. It was just to get coffee, but still . . . I guess I really needed that coffee. LOL I am apparently prepping for an alternative career as an absent-minded professor. I've forsaken every vice but coffee and really I need to have my pants on right way out.
Actually, the other day a few of us were playing the what-if-you-didn't-have-to-work game and I realized that one thing I would do is spend more time in academia. I'd do mostly what I do anyway, which is a cool realization, but I'd concentrate more on the creative side of things which I love best and I'd spend more time in the academic world studying and teaching. Ah well, what if, what if . . .
I've had an unusual string of dinners with people lately whose primary focus is thinking and it has been really stirring the mental juices in a good way.
Actually, the other day a few of us were playing the what-if-you-didn't-have-to-work game and I realized that one thing I would do is spend more time in academia. I'd do mostly what I do anyway, which is a cool realization, but I'd concentrate more on the creative side of things which I love best and I'd spend more time in the academic world studying and teaching. Ah well, what if, what if . . .
I've had an unusual string of dinners with people lately whose primary focus is thinking and it has been really stirring the mental juices in a good way.
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Friday, April 22, 2005
Much Beauty in Springtime
Here is a shot from a set Forrest Black just posted to Blue Blood's Barely Evil. She has the sun on her face and it sort of welcoming spring I think. This was a really fun and relaxed shoot.

NSFW NAUGHTY SHOT BEHIND THE CUT - CLICK HERE
NSFW NAUGHTY SHOT BEHIND THE CUT - CLICK HERE
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Cookie Monster was the first bad boy I ever loved
Cookie Monster was the first bad boy I ever loved. I adored his unfettered capacity for pleasure. He was deeply into consuming cookies and he didn’t care who knew it. If there were no cookies available, he would eat a cardboard circle if he had to. He would eat that cardboard circle with no shame. He was so ready for anything, he would eat the moon, if he could get to it. The scope of his desire was infinite and proud. He could see no 12 steps coming. He was Cookie Monster and he was prepared to shout his joyous desire aloud. If you baked him a flat crisp cake of sweetened dough, he would let you know how much he enjoyed it. You wouldn’t have to wonder whether he was experiencing pleasure because he would let you know about it and he didn’t care who was watching. Cookie was the kind of Monster where you had to understand he might take just as much joy from someone else’s baking. He wanted cookies and he wanted them from everyone he met. But, if you didn’t require monogamy of him . . .
[MORE ODE TO COOKIE MONSTER AFTER THE CUT]
Beautiful Day
Today is a beautiful day. The sun is shining. Had fun doing a quick shoot earlier. Afterwards we drove past a family which was pulled to the side of the road with a gas can. Their car had run out of gas right at the gas station but had not quite made it inside and they didn't have money for gas. I almost never give to panhandlers. But it is a pretty day in Los Angeles to take a walk or hang out with friends or drive around with A/C and good company and probably a kind of hot sticky day to be stuck on the side of the road with no A/C. The family stuck by the roadside didn't come across like scammers, just people who were having a bad day and could use a hand getting home. So I had Forrest pull over and I gave them money to gas up. Just feeling really karmically good and like it felt right doing it. A little thank you note from me to the world.
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Welcoming Spring
This is shot from a set Forrest Black and I did this week of Blue Blood Keiko with the sun on her face. Definitely welcoming spring. The full set of course appears on Blue Blood's Barely Evil.

Another freely viewable image from a recent Gothic Sluts update Forrest and I shot is at this link, but it is not about the springtime. Hope you all enjoy both of these photos. I'm really pleased with them.
Another freely viewable image from a recent Gothic Sluts update Forrest and I shot is at this link, but it is not about the springtime. Hope you all enjoy both of these photos. I'm really pleased with them.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Just Passing Through: Memory Overdose
Friday -- went to see Sin City with some friends I do not see nearly often enough even though they are really witty and insightful people. Frank Miller got me into reading comics with Dark Knight. Got me thinking about the boxes of bagged and backed comic books I have packed away in acid free everything boxes. Got me thinking about where I was at and the world I was in and the people I shared my pleasure in comics with a long time ago. I was asked to write an issue of The Crow shortly before their publisher collapsed. One of my biggest disappointments ever not being able to do that.
Saturday -- a friend of mine from the zine days and sf fandom came through Los Angeles and took me and Forrest out to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants. Had not seen him in years and it was great catching up. We had a really nice time and went for coffee afterwards. Well, the boys were smart enough to drink blue soda, but I had an iced latte and then spent the rest of the evening with my brain just zinging with thoughts about where I was at and the world I was in and the people I shared my pleasure in overall fandom and conventions and print publishing with. I love magazines, but that industry is such a mine field.
Sunday -- went over to Retail Slut and kept them company while they dismantled the store. Peter took me and Forrest and Yolanda to dinner afterwards. Both at the store and later, we were all talking about the crazy fun times we had which revolved around Retail Slut. The time we photographed people fucking in the evil dressing room. Who really decorated the good dressing room. The times we photographed people all over that store, naked in the front window, everywhere. The legion of cool famous people who have shopped there. The time that a photographer who usually does not drink and I were tipsily talking about how it freaked us out that some photographers in town were so psycho competitive and still couldn't take a great picture when another local photog came up behind him and totally took offense. The time we took one of the Blue Blood models there to pull clothes and the landlord came by and said some drunkass thing about her sphincter and almost got his ass kicked by her husband from a very successful evil band. The wild people who have manned the counter there and their entertaining antics. The people who always stopped into Retail Slut whenever they came through town and that was how everyone tracked them and knew they were back. The people who used the store as a babysitter, fax service, bar, therapist, dating service, casting agency, everything. It was time and Peter and Yolanda are obviously so much happier than they were towards the end and doing so well. But it got me thinking bout where I was at and the world I was in and the people I shared my pleasure in being part a dangerously punk but fabulously glittering and joyous scene with.
Monday -- had to deal with some depressing business stuff I never thought I would have to do. Thought about the fact that two people who I really like picked up the tab for dinner two nights in a row. I always end up being the one to pick up the tab these days. And often for people who are not nearly as enjoyable as this weekend's wonderful dining companions. It actually seems weird to have someone else be the generous one two nights in a row. It is so rare these days for my friends to treat that the occasions are more memorable than maybe they should be. Nina bought coffee for me and Forrest last time we shot together. L treated me to drinks and breakfast in Vegas. A relative treated at The Polo Lounge last time he was in LA. Before that, I think it was most likely the previous June when someone else treated. Thought about how there were people who were so sad I hadn't been able to keep up with certain things. Thought about how people will demand that others live their lives to entertain them, but won't support the very organizations who bring them what they enjoy. Thought about how there are both large profit-hungry corporations and complicitly unsupportive scenesters systematically stamping out and over-commodifying everything I love. These were recurring themes in every conversation.
Missed all my Monday deadlines. Returned all my calls too late. Didn't finish tidying up for my Tuesday shoot. Didn't answer almost any email. Didn't get my writing done. Didn't get photos submitted. Wished I hadn't skipped physical therapy last week. Foot hurts like a bitch and weird kidney pain is getting worse again. Splitting headache. Tried to make reservations for a wedding in the DC/Baltimore area and couldn't quite bring myself to finalize them. Realized I was being useless and decided to watch CSI on Tivo and even it sucked. Tried to upgrade my Netflix for improved escapism and their system told me it would take nearly a month for them to start sending me more movies. Just one of those days.
I want to be strong and creative and once again lead the charge to a better promised place for my people, but I'm having trouble getting my head around who they are today and what to do about the traitors to the cause and the shortsighted fools who would, not only sell their own friends out for a moldy donut, but would sell their own happiness, who truly cut off their own noses to spite their faces. I need to keep in less sporadic touch with some of the really great people I know all over the world and make less time for the turkeys. Might be time to travel a bit more. I might not have roots, but I do have history. I know everything is going to be okay. I'm just not sure that it is going to be an okay I would have recognized when I set out on this path. I'll figure it out another day. Today, the nostalgia and memories swirling around in my head are just on overdose settings.
Saturday -- a friend of mine from the zine days and sf fandom came through Los Angeles and took me and Forrest out to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants. Had not seen him in years and it was great catching up. We had a really nice time and went for coffee afterwards. Well, the boys were smart enough to drink blue soda, but I had an iced latte and then spent the rest of the evening with my brain just zinging with thoughts about where I was at and the world I was in and the people I shared my pleasure in overall fandom and conventions and print publishing with. I love magazines, but that industry is such a mine field.
Sunday -- went over to Retail Slut and kept them company while they dismantled the store. Peter took me and Forrest and Yolanda to dinner afterwards. Both at the store and later, we were all talking about the crazy fun times we had which revolved around Retail Slut. The time we photographed people fucking in the evil dressing room. Who really decorated the good dressing room. The times we photographed people all over that store, naked in the front window, everywhere. The legion of cool famous people who have shopped there. The time that a photographer who usually does not drink and I were tipsily talking about how it freaked us out that some photographers in town were so psycho competitive and still couldn't take a great picture when another local photog came up behind him and totally took offense. The time we took one of the Blue Blood models there to pull clothes and the landlord came by and said some drunkass thing about her sphincter and almost got his ass kicked by her husband from a very successful evil band. The wild people who have manned the counter there and their entertaining antics. The people who always stopped into Retail Slut whenever they came through town and that was how everyone tracked them and knew they were back. The people who used the store as a babysitter, fax service, bar, therapist, dating service, casting agency, everything. It was time and Peter and Yolanda are obviously so much happier than they were towards the end and doing so well. But it got me thinking bout where I was at and the world I was in and the people I shared my pleasure in being part a dangerously punk but fabulously glittering and joyous scene with.
Monday -- had to deal with some depressing business stuff I never thought I would have to do. Thought about the fact that two people who I really like picked up the tab for dinner two nights in a row. I always end up being the one to pick up the tab these days. And often for people who are not nearly as enjoyable as this weekend's wonderful dining companions. It actually seems weird to have someone else be the generous one two nights in a row. It is so rare these days for my friends to treat that the occasions are more memorable than maybe they should be. Nina bought coffee for me and Forrest last time we shot together. L treated me to drinks and breakfast in Vegas. A relative treated at The Polo Lounge last time he was in LA. Before that, I think it was most likely the previous June when someone else treated. Thought about how there were people who were so sad I hadn't been able to keep up with certain things. Thought about how people will demand that others live their lives to entertain them, but won't support the very organizations who bring them what they enjoy. Thought about how there are both large profit-hungry corporations and complicitly unsupportive scenesters systematically stamping out and over-commodifying everything I love. These were recurring themes in every conversation.
Missed all my Monday deadlines. Returned all my calls too late. Didn't finish tidying up for my Tuesday shoot. Didn't answer almost any email. Didn't get my writing done. Didn't get photos submitted. Wished I hadn't skipped physical therapy last week. Foot hurts like a bitch and weird kidney pain is getting worse again. Splitting headache. Tried to make reservations for a wedding in the DC/Baltimore area and couldn't quite bring myself to finalize them. Realized I was being useless and decided to watch CSI on Tivo and even it sucked. Tried to upgrade my Netflix for improved escapism and their system told me it would take nearly a month for them to start sending me more movies. Just one of those days.
I want to be strong and creative and once again lead the charge to a better promised place for my people, but I'm having trouble getting my head around who they are today and what to do about the traitors to the cause and the shortsighted fools who would, not only sell their own friends out for a moldy donut, but would sell their own happiness, who truly cut off their own noses to spite their faces. I need to keep in less sporadic touch with some of the really great people I know all over the world and make less time for the turkeys. Might be time to travel a bit more. I might not have roots, but I do have history. I know everything is going to be okay. I'm just not sure that it is going to be an okay I would have recognized when I set out on this path. I'll figure it out another day. Today, the nostalgia and memories swirling around in my head are just on overdose settings.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Stephanie Slaughter
Here is a shot which Forrest Black and I did of the awesome Stephanie Slaughter for Blue Blood's Barely Evil. The entire set appears on Blue Blood's Barely Evil and a NSFW naughty sample image from the set appears on BlueBlood.net at this link. I'm really pleased with how these came out. We had a lot of fun shooting them.
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