Camilla

I'm thinking Camilla(that I shot in London last week) might have had the best close-up face of any girl I've ever shot.

"who wants to get f'cked

These are the two lovely ladies I'm staying with, Laura and Erin. Erin has two main interests. One: She enjoys hitting me over the head on the dancefloor. Two: She enjoys putting her fist down my throat. That also happened on a dancefloor. Last night, as we were walking to Ethan's place, Erin got a very generous offer:

Drunk man: "Hey, who wants to get fucked?"
Erin&Me: ................... (not wanting to get fucked)
Drunk man: (Looks at Erin) "I have 50 dollars, who wants to get fucked?"

After having gracefully declined that fine offer, we couldn't help but conclude that 50 dollars is not a very generous offer. In fact, 50 dollars is worth less than a monthly Subway-card. How unflattering.

In other news, I went to a fun punk-show on Thursday, and then possibly got rufied on Friday. Good times. Except for the rufie part.

Did you guys hear about the fat German tourist that went into the polar bear cage in Berlin and nearly got eaten. Now, is it just me, or is that fucking hilarious? I mean, how does one even get into the polar bear cage? Especially if one is obese to the point of absolute disgrace? I saw the footage of them trying to fish her out, dropping her and then trying again. I can't really decide on how much funnier it was because she was fat. 50 %?

EDIT: I was unaware of the fact that the German lady was mentally ill. I wouldn't have made fun of her if I had known. My apologies.

It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again.

Here are some snapshots from the past couple of weeks. This includes a visit to Hong Kong, relaxing in Sweden with my buddies plus castings and shoots in London. Enjoy. I did.

pics: Me

Monkey the cat & shoots in London

When in London this time, I had the pleasure of staying with my friends Zed and Maja. not only was their company a privilege, but Zed also happens to have what might seriously be the best cat in the history of the world. His name is Monkey and he looks like this:

In other news, I did two shoots in London last week. They both turned out pretty well, and I can safely say I got my picture taking urge back. For natural reasons, I can't show the photo stories here, but I will be posting some snapshots in the next couple of days. In other news, I broke my point-n-shoot camera. That sucks. Anyways, these are a few pictures from Tuesday, when I shot Camilla and Pippa:

Why pay for haircuts when you've got trustworthy

hairdressers in your team?

All pics: Throbbinator

I don't look like him and some things deserve to be left alone.

I've been told by many peers(mostly American) that I look like the guy from Slumdog Millionaire. I really don't understand why. Sometimes I can't help but feel that Americans are almost putting in effort to confirm the most common(and often incorrect) stereotype about them: That most Americans are fools. Anyways, in the midst of defying this absurd assumption that all people from South Asia look like "the guy from Slumdog Millionaire", I decided to log in and check my Facebook. This is what I saw:

They're everywhere.

On a sidenote, I really, really wish Johnny Cash and Tori Amos hadn't butchered this already perfect song. Sometimes you just have to let things be. Also, I definitely have respect for Johnny Cash, but seriously ALL of his songs start the same. Every single one. I can't even take him seriously anymore.

So fucking good.

I had almost forgot how much I love Family Guy, until David sent me this recent clip. Absolutely genius.

Easter week-end

I'm spending Easter weekend(kind of a lame holiday, isn't it?) trying to put together a decent press-kit, which is what I send to art directors, photo-editors and magazines, just to briefly introduce me and my images. I've asked for many of my friends opinions and some people seem not to like this one, which is strange to me, since I tend to think it's the best picture I ever took. Granted, technically, it is pretty horrible, but there's just something about it that I really like:

Kanye is a fool.

If you haven't seen the latest episode of South Park, you need to tune in. The entire episode is dedicated to making fun of that moron Kanye West. About time.

Don't look back into the sun.

So fucking awesome. Period.

Aeroplane does it over and over.

pic: Who else?

I guess it's no secret that I find Aeroplane to be essentially awesome. This is a song I tend to play on repeat right now. Wait for a while until the main part kicks in, it's amazing:

Low Motion Disco - Love Love Love(Aeroplane Remix)

I hate this stupid god damn club.

I want to start this post with stating what most of you already know. I'm not a nice person. I'm a dick. There.

Having cleared that up: Most people want to feel like they belong somewhere. It's a basic human need. Now, some of these people choose to take matters into their own hands. So, they start clubs. Clubs have existed for a long time, and they continue to thrive. For instance, wikipedia defines clubs as being:

"Typically, a club is small enough to be wielded in one hand. Clubs that need both hands to wield are called quarterstaffs in English. Various kinds of clubs are used in martial arts and other specialized fields, including the law enforcement baton."

I'm not talking about that kind of club, but still. After having existed for a vast period of time, the concept of clubs needed to reach a higher level. The answer to this conundrum didn't take long to appear, and the worlds first "secret" clubs started forming. Let's face it, ever since you were a child, you have wanted to be a member of a secret club. It can include everything, from an "Only girls-club" to a "We who love to love Courtney Love-club" or even a "We who don't have jobs but still love to go to the club-club". You might know the last one by its other name "Beatrice Inn".

Now, it recently dawned on me that I am a member of a secret club. I know that most of you reading this, will think: "Oh, that sounds cool." Well, it's not cool, okay? I don't want to be a member of this stupid secret club. The club I'm talking about, is "Us who are Sri Lankan or remotely resemble people from Sri Lanka and therefore should bond, regardless of whether or not we have anything in common."
That fucking club.

You know the feeling of running after the bus and just making it? You get on the bus, all sweaty, but completely at ease, since you know that you've made it and can relax. Combine this with just having acquired a new album that you're dying to listen to, and you get an endlessly soothing feeling. That happened to me recently, and you'd think it was a pleasant expericence. It wasn't. You see, I had walked right into the fox hole. I slowly turned my head to the right, and there it was:

-Excuse me, where you from?
-What?(taking out my headphones right in the middle of the first song, thinking "god damn it")
-Where you from?
-Sweden.
-Riiilly? You do not look Swedish.
-Yeah, I know. I was born in Sri Lanka.
-Ahhh(THIS IS SO EXCITING, I'M GOING TO CRAP MY PANTS). Because you look like me, I am from India. You are Tamil?
-(1 out of every 6 people on the planet looks like you. That' an awful lot of socialising) No, I was born in Colombo. So, Singhalese, I guess.
-I see. Hey, did you see De Simpsons last night? Apu sure is funny, even dough we don't behave anything like dat. So what do you work with?
-I'm a photographer. You?
-I work at a corner shop.
-...(Awkward smile and a surprised face)
-So, your parents moved to Sweden?
-No, I was adopted. (Which felt like a mistake at this point.)
-Riiilly? But you go to Sri Lanka often, no?
-No, I've actually only been once.
-It is very nice. Well, I'm new here, you should come to my...
-This is actually my stop, but it was nice meeting you. Take care!
-Oh...You too, friend!

And so I got off. 11 stops too early.