I figure I should post as I’m bound to catch flack from Tom Ridge-ian friends that monitor this blog with the same fervor as those that monitor our National Threat Level. Guess I’m oft-accused of slacking on things from time to time; evidenced by the few drawers I keep that are squarely designated as ‘to be dealt with much later: ‘much later’ meaning 1-1.5 years off perchance’ drawers.
Yeah, that’s one year of important papers you see above. My buddy and collaborator Ian Goode of Goode Studios was kind enough to make it look fly’er than first envisioned. We’re working on putting the finishing touches on it, but at my rate, you won’t see it for another year anyways. That said, I want to put it out there so as to inform the kind readership of my recent endeavors.
Outside of that, I’ve been dealing with some personal family health stuff that has me a bit out of sorts at present. Grandma and Father unit stuff. Luckily, all’s well at this moment of putting finger to key, but I suspect it’ll all soon flux in the next few days.
Finally got around to shooting an idea that’s been knocking around for quite sometime. Below is one image from the project. Wonder if you can guess what’s going on here?
More always,
Mike
Masonic blood drinking rituals and the like
Yeah that’s me in a Masonic Grandmaster’s Hat. Don’t look too hard as my brain explodes after this. . .
Sorry I’ve been incognito as of late, but I’m back in full force. February has been a mad cover-up of jobs after taking January off to grieve for lost loved ones:
The pretty smiling ladies above are from the era of one Nellie Mae Pittman who passed in late January. She was my grandmother and the coolest girl on two feet! She used to let me watch HBO when I was four and taught me everything I know in the kitchen. . . Much love to you Nanny!
A two-week car shoot and an upcoming Adidas job has had me buried as of late, but I’m hoping to post current projects very soon. . . Amanda, don’t kill me. . .
More soon,
Mike