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mockUP



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MP2


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motivate self

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MP
20120115
good foot

20120111
lavish prizes

20120110
lost & found
When you shoot with a bunch of different photographers, for different clients, sooner or later you lose track of some of the work you've done. For example - I completely forgot that I was on the cover of Undergear magazine for their holiday issue, because I never saw it for myself. You'd think the catalog I shoot for will come in the mail, but it didn't, until people emailed me photos from it. It was shot by the amazing Rick Day, this would be the thirdtime I'm working with him and he's one of my favorite photographers - all three times that I've shot with Rick were for clients, so I don't get to see any of the photos until the client decides to release them, and even then it's usually one or two photos from the entire photoshoot, which sucks, because the rest are never used. In this post is the cover photo from Undergear's 2011 Holiday photoshoot and the outtake that was never used, speaking of which; if you guys want to continue supporting me and help me get more work, you can always sent a brief email (or a message on facebook) to Undergear expressing your dire need to see me plastered in their catalog, haha, or not it's your life. Another example is the L&M Cigarettes campaign that I shot with five other guys back in November, I never got to see that either, we shot in the Colorado Rockies while actually climbing for 4 days, the experience was one of a kind. If you happen to come across this campaign, please email it to me so I can put it up here, or at least see what it looks like haha. Few other jobs I haven't seen footage of will probably never see the light of day like

20120108
poll

In a typical manner I wouldn't normally ask people to go out of their way and vote for something just because I asked, after all, you vote for something that matters to you, not anyone else. Seeing as I've gotten sick over the holidays and I can never hang onto the mass whenever I'm injured or sick, I lost a pretty good amount of weight, which I was trying to gain for an upcoming NPC Physique Class contest in NYC, in march, I might need a bit of help getting back on my feet. So now, the competition which I was going to enter doesn't seem realistic anymore as the progress to my goals have halted and worse - derailed. Going to try to do what I can and gain some weight back over the following few months and see how it goes, but back to the voting rant. I could use your help in an online voting poll, granted you actually think I deserve to win, it's a "Physique of the Week" poll, that selects a number of men and women to be picked for a chance to get free supplements (which can be costly). I have been entered in this poll last, therefore I'm the last person in the poll. I don't know anyone in that category and I don't see anyone more deserving in this poll than Elizabeth Jenkins (#3), so naturally I'd vote for her, but if you feel like helping me out and voting for me, I am number #11, all you have to do is scroll down on this link here and click "Like" next to my name. I would appreciate it wholeheartedly and it would most definitely help me get that weight back up in order to be able to compete on the actual stage this year. Thanks a lot guys!
http://physiqueoftheweek.com/week16/
"The difference between democracy and dictatorship is that in democracy you vote first and take orders later; in a dictatorship, you don't have to waste your time voting" - Charles Bukowski
20111221
sever

He is often amazed at how much more appreciation he has after giving a bit of thought, in which something-someone he loved just deteriorates and is no more. When it's gone, he will try his best to recreate his memories of it, down to the tiniest fragment.
Forget how to breathe for a moment. Forget that art is your creativity condemning itself to a lifetime of public speculation. Forget how very few green lights you hit driving home. Forget the bi-weekly direct deposits that are a few drops short of your hard earned sweat. Forget the things you made out of sticks when you were a child. Forget the lies you've told over the years and forget wishing you would have lied when you didn't. Forget the things you think you saw in clouds' patterns. Forget the people you've yet to meet. Forget the squinting you do upon each time you wake up to a bright setting. Forget the amount of hands you have shook. Forget that masks exist because people have something to hide. Forget spilling your emotions onto a piece of napkin so you don't forget. Forget the points you tried to make and failed. Forget the effort you put into your first relationship. Forget the things you'll never be able to share with anyone. Forget each time you smiled after making someone else happy. Forget the smell on your father's hands after painting. Forget the constant need to explain your actions. Forget that nothing in this world had a meaning until someone made one up. Forget that you can make your own meaning to anything you don't understand. Forget your lack of education. Forget how well you can keep your balance on your three feet. Forget the confusing, contradictory religions. Forget that your vote hardly ever counts. Forget that you always have so many options and forget to choose to keep them all open. Forget that not anything is possible. Forget to complain about unfairness. Forget to take my advice. Forget how you see yourself in ten years.
The man on this train has no shoes. He's calm, has a lifetime of sadness on his face, reading a morning newspaper, swaying along with the rest of the public to the dance of the train's turns. The man flips a page, puts his clenched left fist to his lips and coughs, using the same hand he grabs the bar above him to lift himself up. The man waits for the trains to stop, when it does - he looks around, then proceeds to one of the doors of the train to let himself out. On his way out he tosses a newspaper into the nearby trash. The man sighs, raises his collar and stuffs both of his hands into his jacket pockets. On his way up the stairs, before reaching the top, the sad man with no shoes sees a man with no feet.
Remember the things you take for granted and try to tell yourself your life isn't wonderful.

