Aysha Bano‘s images are a mash-up of sexual energy meets Hardy Boy murder mysteries. I can’t tell if the women in her photos are sex crazed perverts or plotting an evil scheme filled with violent murder and sinful secrets.
No trip to SF is complete without visiting St. Francis Fountain, the ultimate brunch spot. I ordered the wrong thing and my server was cool enough to bring me the right stuff without gruff. I felt like I should have given him some B/D shirts or a book but I didn’t have anything with me. I have no idea what his name was but someone reading this blog has to know him. Blonde dude with tats who looked like a surfer/skater type and was wearing a hat with the rim bent back ala Suicidal Tendencies style. If you know who he is email us on our contact page so I can send him a care package for the great service. Okay let’s head back south….
Restrepo is one of the many stories to come out of our endless war with afghanistan. The movie spends one year in the most dangerous valley in Afghanistan where death is a daily threat. It’s brutally honest, sad, and poignant. Go see it at your local art house theater.
Don’t you hate it when this happens to your desk. Too hard to get any work done with all the commotion. By Alex Varanese.
I’m dying to see Waste Land, a new documentary featuring photographer Vik Muniz. Shot over three years, Muniz goes to his native brazil to visit the worlds largest garbage dump to collaborate with the local trash pickers on a massive photo project. A few friends have seen this at film festivals and strongly recommended it. Who knows, maybe i’ll get lucky and get a press copy in the mail (hint, hint, hint). Keep tabs on the movies website for release dates. Looks like a good one.