Some more from the early hours. Fog is awesome.

Morning in the Haight.

The whole Fog of Doom in the Morning thing that part of town has going on rules.

Saturday, on top of being all that crazy Levi’s Workshop jazz, was Rob’s birthday.

Shuttered newsstands and crowded trolleys. Weird how some aspects of the past remain romanticized, while the more important ones die. Sentiment is a motherfucker.

Did an actual photo shoot type thing today at work. A new aspect of the upcoming release of the iPad application needs photo based splash screens, so Ashley and I went out to the newsstand across the street and did a ten minute, in-the-blazing-heat shoot. Not sure if the set we shot in a hurry today (just to get an idea of how it would look) will actually appear in the next release of the app, but I’m pretty stoked on being able to do something like this. I cant release how this looks after it’s implemented into the application, but regardless I will when the update comes out.

If you’re wondering how my work evolves, take in to account my last blog post, and then add the next few pictures.

Today was all basically vodka and painting. And talking to this girl.

And I miss her, and many people, quite dearly. Everyone I know seems to up and move east. I want to tell them that it’s not worth it, because I’ve spent so many years there, and it’s just a fraud. At least the west coast is up front in being superficial and bullshit. I don’t know. There aren’t many people who I have long term relationships with in any sense, and there are even fewer on the west coast. I hate that the one city I really just dislike (New York) happens to be the epicenter of where all my old friends are. And/Or it might end up being my next move. We’ll see.

I’ve decided it’s time to get more curious, I’ve been playing it safe. Went out around my already shifty enough neighborhood (a few murders within six blocks of me this week alone) to take some pictures. Except the streets are the same to me and so I went up and down the alleys. One in particular might have been a bad decision, a few people shooting up in doorways and were not happy to see someone with a camera. What doesn’t kill you, I guess.

But strangely enough, the one thing I found tonight was walking post Space Bar and Hemlock and seeing everyone in and outside and knowing I’m sure they have quite a vocabulary for the discussion of all things artisitic or cultural but they’re still all packed in there on a Friday night because, well, who knows. Maybe it’s because that’s what is “supposed” to happen. I was busy taking pictures of the piles of trash next to the cardboard boxes manipulated to be shelters for people behind said bars to really care.

I just know to me it’s a lot more terrifying to be near those bars or even think of going in them than it is to go down a dark alley filled with junkies on a Friday night.

I’ve begun my next project, or one of them. It’s called, for now, The Small Spaces Between Us Only Grow Larger Over Time and will be a quarter page (4.25″x5.5″) size combination of zines, much the way Issue Two was. Just smaller. I’ve no real intentions for this project, other than I want it to get me back into the swing of things as far as making art is concerned. It’s been too long. Chances are due to the size it’ll be pretty long. But who knows, at this point I have an idea and a title and a lot of pent up misery.