.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } ode to a dead medium, originally uploaded by xtopalopaquetl. the set up is pretty, even if the results are often ugly...
.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } through a glass, drunkly, originally uploaded by xtopalopaquetl. Reposting for posterity's sake. I can't even remember what I said the first time I posted this, but I think it accurately represents my point of view while on vacation. Golden, fuzzy and through vast amounts of liquor....
.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } buildings on buildings, originally uploaded by xtopalopaquetl. I always forget what it was like, to be totally swallowed up by infrastructure....
weird hybrid post from Flickr, 'scuse the shoddiness .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } My new must-drink-there stop when in Chicago is The Edgewater, which is not only the best designed bar I've been to in a long while (a bar that you can actually sit at all the way around but once you're...
.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } me in the bean, originally uploaded by xtopalopaquetl. going back in July, it seems...
.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } alpha column, originally uploaded by xtopalopaquetl. it's a lot of conflict and nights on the floor and bad scenes and worse breakfasts...
.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } liffey bike 13, originally uploaded by xtopalopaquetl. when i'm stuck for momentum, I automatically type out the phrase "the end of the world"...
.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } best 4 out of 5, originally uploaded by xtopalopaquetl. My head wound flaked off like a sunburn; only, you know, if the sun was my bathroom floor....
Hi, hi, sorry about that. Hi, internet. I feel sort of bad that I haven't posted anything in forever. Like that's something I should be shameful about. I guess I should, because the more I don't post, the fewer entries show up here and the sadder it all seems, in the scheme of the great big tapestry of sad I'm fond of. I'm still photographing for the Pitch, which has provided for...
.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } day the first, originally uploaded by xtopalopaquetl. from the first page of the Decameron...
i went to chicago. i got really drunk. we got locked in a cemetary. i saw shellac at noon. i ate tons of horrible foods. i cheefed. i slept good, i slept rotten, i took doctor prescribed medication. i walked all over, i slept on the red line. i finally figured out energy drinks. i floated at the sensory deprivation tanks. i am utterly exhausted. i took a shitload of photos...
tired, beat. hoo-lord, I'm bushed. tomorrow stuff goes back to normal(ish) and then the story can be told. until then, bliss out on this shot from tire beach, where half-naked hobos can peacefully co-exist with trespassing photographers...
Shot on cheapjack disposable number. Lux's sweat kept dripping through the holes in his skintight vinyl number. He smelled like vinegar. That's my friend Jeff's head he has his hand on. I got annointed a few times. Staring up into the face of Lux Interior just inches from yours is a fairly life-altering image to keep stored in your cells for future horror/nostalgia reference. An amazing show by anyone's standards, moreso...
this week has produced more tornados in a single week than ever before in recorded american weather history. here in kc, we just get the afterbirth and the precum of each superstorm churning along to go fuck shit up in Kansas and level another poor town in Oklahoma. the lightning is so strong and so close, there's a wave of pain and itching that courses through my fillings right before the...
