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This is obviously a straight ripoff of this photo of me: http://www.flickr.com/photos/nancyo23/28…
haha not quite but i do love that shot.. olympus xa is such a rad lil camera
cat band
A new look for the White Stripes?
I’m kidding, of course. This is a charming photo. But what’s the dripping blood all about? Have these cats just murdered a songbird or something?
BECAUSE CATS FUCKING LOVE BLOOD!
Furry rock! I wonder, if a furry’s alter ego is a bird, is it more proper to call them a “feathery.”
Masks: a presentiment of the coming insurrection—of the warrior-self caressing its way outward from the marrow—and over us, to protect from the blood, the bloods heat; to conceal. The drum’s call; steel’s radiance; bulged and strapped, fitted, glove and mask. Inside, soft, quiet; all is ready and waiting.
Wow, a comment more pretentious than the photograph. Well played!
If Diane Arbus had photographed rock ‘n’ roll musicians.
this reminds me of Kinoko’s art:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kinokogalle…
who let the dawgs out?
Who let the dawgs out?
oh thank you for comparrison. Im love composits!