this summer, Gabriel came up to me and told me that he wanted to die. so i brought him to the biggest kink-rail i knew around here, in the middle of racist drug addicts, homeless immigrants and crazy children and told him to grind it. so there we are.
Philipp tried to film me, so i hid in my hole. i feel safe in my hole.
Continue reading “gabs giant grind.”
i had the pleasure to try and take some portraits yesterday. well, these are the outtakes. what did i learn? i wont become a professional portrait guy.
Gabs, desperately trying to find people on the street that actually have any knowledge about photography. sadly for him, he failed. as did i.
this dog came around and watched us. he even told me that my rim-light was too strong. good dog.
usually, “the talent” gets a buffet or somehting. not with me. go catch your on food, model. Continue reading “photo-gab-y”