This is the best fucking blog right here. This blog right here. I'm not even kidding. I've been laughing at it for hours now. Sorry if you've seen it before, but seriously. best. Blender has set a new standard in committee-think with their composite Britney cover. Not only do they put the poor tart's head on an uncredited model's body(which is probably, sadly, in her portfolio), they puss out by flagging the image as a composite. To pile insult upon injury, the tragic and desperate use of the word 'truthiness' is an exercise in pathos. As if this wasn't enough pussing out, the composition suggests that hitting rock bottom means smoking cigarettes and drinking diet Red Bull. Hello? It's Brit-ney Spe-ars. I'm not sure where I found it though, which is odd. It was some point this morning while I was reading one of the many other photoblogs I've been reading lately... mostly on blogger. I'm actually in the progress of cloning this journal over to blogger. I'm going to try to update them simultaneously. I've actually been really excited about internet lately, which is nice. It's great wanting to update, and it helps me work off some of my twitchy directionless drive to produce. Dust spotting images just doesn't scratch that itch, and that's mostly what I have to do right now, in terms of actual work. I feel like I mention this almost every day, haha.

My mom, in my grandparent's apartment in the bronx. These are from over winter break as well. There are a few more under the cut.