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Ok ok. I get the hint. My boss. My friends. Random acquaintances. Strangers. All, some in the most surprising ways, are pimping out my photography...and kickin me in the ass. Which is both exciting and terrifying... and with the rumble of holidays makes me kinda break out in a rash. I had finally managed to start evening out, nearly having time to do all the things that need doing.


frosting © Laura Kicey

My boss is attempting to get me a a little gig in Ambler. My man is hunting down venues for a joint show, appropriately, as we are some sort of mutant cyclops born into two bodies, or so it seems some days. My friend Daniel has told me I am to get some business cards printed by the time he returns from Mexico. Or else.


replacements © Laura Kicey

Meanwhile, I have no website (that we are going to make actual mention of, as I am too embarrassed) and no studio, no clue how to use lights, and honestly, the relationship between aperture size and shutter speeds and dof still rather confounds me. And I feel shame. I ooze with it. Sploop.


twiligt © Laura Kicey

gift wrap

inkling © Laura Kicey

Going out and buying a gift for someone to me is like admitting defeat. Like, I couldn't think of anything to make you so this is what I found. Above is a birthday present for my Pierre. I made him cry. This is a success.

I hate the holidays.

thawing

I've become disgracefully lazy about this blog. It hinges, I think, on the fact that I have to post 'old'- as in, I took this shot this last weekend, rather than hours ago... lack of daylight, heaps of bad excuses. Anyway, life is currently giving me nothing to bemoan, and I always suppose overly cheery blog entries are kind of a bore.

Fun things to do in the dark include: have a pseudo xmas/birthday party at your friend's apartment, take things off the walls and reaassemble them elsewere and include partygoers.


temptations © Laura Kicey

try on each other's shoes.


ladyslipper © Laura Kicey

smell each other's garlic breath.


spectacle © Laura Kicey

In other news, I've been told by someone I need to make more self-portraits.


wrapping © Laura Kicey

I swear, I have an awesome one waiting in the wings, one that totally reveals exactly how warped I am, if not other things. Tomorrow, I tell you! Also I have some pretty steamy notions for joint efforts.


finders keepers © Laura Kicey

Who has time for Christmas shopping with all the getting dressed and undressed?

shadowy figures

Two months ago I saw a man in the dark on the street. He pointed a gun at my friends and took our money. I saw him again last night, behind glass.


soap © Laura Kicey

Memory is a curious thing.


kiddie pool © Laura Kicey

It snowed last night. I need to get out and breathe soon.

reading into things

Great leaps in mental health made this weekend: took a photowalk in Fishtown and did not herniate anything as a result of panic at being in the city. Because there was none. This will likely be shortlived as tonight, (insert gleeful cries here) I am going to the prison for a lineup to ID the guy. How excited am I?


article © Laura Kicey

Let me count the ways.


taking root © Laura Kicey