Duplicity

Behold. I've mastered the "magnetic lasso" tool in Photoshop. I need to do another set with a different person pretty much by tomorrow evening. I have no more ideas and it's really bumming me out. I feel very blah right now, so I'm not going to write anything else... except that the photographs of me were, in fact, taken by me. I used the self timer on my camera.

A plethora of pictures

Graeme came over today and let me take pictures of him. Enough said. It was a fun few hours, that was eventually ruined by my having to go to work. These are all of my un-edited favorites. I'll probably do stuff to them, but later, because I'm tired.

Mon homme.

This is Graeme. He does silly things so that I can take pictures of him. I love him. The end.

Big booties in the summer

It's gross outside. Winter has reached the point where it is that bitter, icy cold that freezes the ground and makes you forget what it feels like to be what one calls "warm". It is like an annoying relative who is going through a rough patch, but you thought that they were endearing and somewhat pleasant at first, so you said "sure, you stay here as long as you need to", but regretted the words almost instantly, especially after watching them eat all of your food, and clogging up your toilet with stinky diarrhea . Now it is months later, and that relative has far outstayed their welcome, and simply must get the hell out of your house. GO HOME WINTER. Go home...

Here we have some photos that I took in August (sweet August...) at an Afro Cuban concert/festival thing held at Dundas Square. Come back summer, we miss you.