Together as 1

Here my friends Dave and Mike jam on the ol' ivory.  Both super talented young men with a passion for coordinating outfits... the Jonas Brothers would be jealous.   

c'est magnifique

My friend Sarah sent me this Iphone shot while hopping through Paris.  The alien-green backdrop makes it seems as though she has been beamed into the shot from a spacecraft above.  Ready or not, here she comes! 

sugar and spice and everything nice

App: Hipstamatic

Lens: Roboto Glitter

Film: Ina's 1969

Flash: Berry Pop

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This is Amelie.  She is the most beautiful 5-year-old with the mind of an artist.  When in the presence of little girls, I immediately regain that spirit which makes childhood so precious.  I giggle, I stick my tongue out, I do things which adult's would frown upon.  And for the duration of the play-date, these girls believe that I am one of them.  Allowing me access to this fantasy world which encourages dress-up and make-believe, these little women have no idea how therapeutic it is for me to: PLAY.  The reality is: somewhere between training-bras and mascara, we lose that playful freedom which so simply defined our childhood.  This ability to put on a pink wig, tiara, tutu, the most sparkly glass slippers, to thereby convince the world that you are no longer "Amelie" but instead a princess who longs for her prince to rescue her from evil.  I have to admit, I start to believe it's true. 

Sleepy Hollow

This one is a borrow from Brighton's "Lomo" App.  I have to admit I was secretly jealous that he had found such a killer app before me.  If you blur your eyes a bit, you can see it as paint peeling off a wall.

Here's my "Hipstamatic" version.  It's an official duel...  Fine -- you win.

“I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” John 8:12

My best-friends Hallway

So my best-friend lives in a building which used to serve as an old hotel, complete with "The Shining-esque" hallways.  No really-- the endless pathways remind me of those cliche dream-sequences when each door opens up into an alternate universe where the subconscious exists.  Although there is danger of choosing the door with a circus-lion in mid-roar or the one where you realize you are naked in front of your entire 5th-grade class, I always find myself walking safely through hers with the friendly "Welcome" mat.  The only one on the entire creepy hall.  Come to think of it- I'm not sure if I've ever seen another human entering or exiting any of the doors.  I've become suspicious of hallways. 

Its a Hipstamatic sky

Catching up with some of my archives. Here is the regular camera's shot:

And the "Hipstamatic" version:

I'd like to live in "Hipstamatic World" thanks.

and here's another, lucky you: