Salon du Schadenfreude.


So much of my life has been a series of predefined goals that are to be achieved. It takes a strong person to step out of that current's pull and walk another path. College, career, marriage, children. And then when I look up to see where the next goal marker is, and all of a sudden they are gone. And I have no clue what to do next. I know that I should be excited by that, but I am terrified. And time is running out.


Do You Ever Feel So Alone

you almost can't breathe?



Capitalist Tool: Anything by Wayne Thiebaud

Wayne Thiebaud, Ice Cream Cone, 1966
Painted cigar box, oil on wood, 5 3/8 x 2 5/8 x 2 1/2 inches (13.7 x 6.7 x 6.4 cm)
Collection of Betty Jean Thiebaud.

His work is affects me like a good therapy session. 


Bernhard Lang

Bernhard Lang
Just a gorgeous shot.


Nörway Röcks!

Further to my odd fascination with Norwegian black metal, this week’s New Yorker magazine runs a great photo essay by photographer Peter Beste on black metal bands and fans. I think it is the incongruity with the light bright of Norway and the freakest bleakest aesthetic of these metal heads. And this isn’t just playing dress up, these fellows take the back metal philosophy way seriously. Hell hath no fury like a Norseman scorned?

                                                                                        (this one just cracks me up!)

All photos © Peter Beste


Giant Schnauzers

Big Dog, Fanny Cafe, Berkeley, Don Colley


 I love Don Colley's work, mostly because it is so unabashedly disturbing, but this picture I thought was just lovely. It captures sitting outside in California, the terra cotta radiating the warmth of the sun. Colley is a wonderful sketcher, capturing faces, profiles, scenes in various stages of unaware. That his sketchbook is usually a found ledger adds to the spontaneous feel. Check out his website: .