“When your dog satys NO - whoa there sassy pants!”
Voice: Gimme your paw!
Dog: RHOO
Voice: WOAH! Gimme your paw.
Dog: Rhooo
Voice: No? Gimme your paw. Gimme.
Dog: HAWR
“When your dog satys NO - whoa there sassy pants!”
Voice: Gimme your paw!
Dog: RHOO
Voice: WOAH! Gimme your paw.
Dog: Rhooo
Voice: No? Gimme your paw. Gimme.
Dog: HAWR
Thinking about my work, my muses, my past/present/future. This current body of photography I’m working on shares its roots with pop music. Little bursts of color and tonality with a universal hook. Some images are purely aesthetic (eye candy : ear worms), but I am challenged to find substance underneath the saccharine, glossy glow of facile beauty & mass appeal.
MY FRIEND SENT THIS TO ME IM ON THE VERGE OF TEARS
“Is there anything else you wanna say to those watching tonight?”
“My favorite color is blood”
“Alright”
A: Is that a dog–[slow motion pitch drop]
B: [gasps for air from laughter]
anytime i laugh my dog wags his tail and i think that’s what true love really is
