there’s been a steadily growing population of fruit flies in the kitchen for the past week or so and they’re starting to get on my nerves. whenever i see them, i always think about one of my friends who had a massive fruit fly problem at his apartment. one day, he got fed up, left a bowl of overripe strawberries on the kitchen and waited for the swarm of fruit flies to descend upon it.
then he popped up from behind the counter with a can of hairspray and a lighter.
some jackass tried to cut me off on the road today but i sped up slightly to stop him (he barely had enough space anyway). in retaliation, he spent about 30 seconds pulling in front of me and slamming on his brakes to try and get me to hit him. as i finally outmaneuvered him and squeezed past, i looked over and saw him glaring at me with his beady little eyes while breathing heavily out of his mouth, a baseball cap sitting sideways atop his comically undersized head.
a passed by a couple of cops on the sidewalk today and i realized how weird it is to see police officers walking their beat. outside of protests, 80% of the cops i see these days are in their cars, 15% are standing beside them and the remaining 5% are eating fish and chips at Duke of Perth.
i’ve been asked to give another talk about my work as a humanitarian photographer in a few weeks. this time, i’ll be at the University of Illinois at Chicago’s College of Dentistry via their “lunch and learn” lecture series.
i’m not sure if this event will be open to the general public but i’ll post more details when i know them in case any of you out there want to pretend to be dental students.
finally got some videos uploaded from seeing High Contrast and Netsky last week on what happened to be Netsky’s birthday (video above). who would’ve thought a Welshman and a Belgian could stir up this much excitement?
i was filling up at a gas station the other day when i noticed a brand new white Cadillac pull up to the side of the main building. a pudgy man got out of the driver’s seat, walked over to a huge pile of trash bags leaning against the wall and proceeded to fill his car with garbage. he packed his entire back seat and then stuffed five or six more bags into the trunk. he managed to close the trunk lid after a few tries and then got back in his car and drove away.
i got interviewed by a local newspaper today about my work as a humanitarian photographer. i still can’t quite grasp the concept that people would be interested in me enough to want to write an article but who am i to complain?