Introducing Marty Mcrea =D

A couple teaser photos...Haven't started editing them yet--just couldn't help posting a couple out of excitement!

Isn't he awesome? Yeah. That's what I thought. Haha.

Love you all--

Peace out!

Short Shoot in James Bay!

Excerpts from a recent shoot -- My beautiful Jenni! <3
The weather was kinda mucky and it started to rain! :( But we pulled off some nice stuff :)

More coming soon featuring the lovely Marty McRea!

Cheers Y'all.

To My Lovely Anonymous Commenter

To My Lovely Anonymous Commenter:

Ah, yes, jealousy -- I prefer the term envy, and I envy many things. I envy those who travel around the world, those who win the lottery, those who can draw or paint beautiful images (my artistic qualities apparently entirely sidestepped the sketching thing - I suck at it.)

I also admire those who excel, those who publish novels, those who accomplish their dreams--and I push on knowing that my future holds promises such as these.

Alas, we are all human, so jealousy is something perhaps we all suffer from, from time to time. However, I do not find myself jealous of the drunkards puking around the back. I do not find myself jealous of the lack of self-worth.

You see, I very comfortably have found a security in myself and what I believe in, and I know for a fact that if I ever become like one of those blithering idiots that I'm so kindly graced with the sight of every night out on the town, I reserve every right to shoot myself. Because at that point, there will be no point in living because I will have lost all self respect, all decency.

You may view me as someone who has their head shoved rightly up their ass--and that's fine with me. Because I embrace my confidence and my pride, and I don't need to shed my clothes and my dignity to feel good about myself.

If you worry for the girl I spoke of, worry not. My Ode was addressed to not one person, but to approximately 75% of the trash I was exposed to on said evening. The reference to my shot of her flabby ass, was really just a vessel.

However, in an effort to avoid kicking those who are down, I removed the post. Clearly we are not all of the kind who can take criticism. An yet, my suggestion to those who do not wish to be labeled or judged--don't dress like a prostitute.

Cheers.

BAHA.

Haaaaaaaahhhhh.....

I Curse A Lot When I'm Scared Enough to Barf.

HOLY. FUCK.

The most intense experience ever. I STILL CAN'T BREATH. Holy fucking shit. I almost threw up. Several times.

BLARRRGGGG I'm still shaking. Oh God. Okay. You don't understand... 3D! 3-FUCKING-D.

This wasn't like watching bloody STEP UP 3D. No no, this felt like you were ACTUALLY DROWNING. I thought I was going to die. Right there in the theater, curled up in the fetal position in my seat.

I never thought I would be so affected by dust particles floating around in the water.... but when they are CENTIMETERS FROM YOUR FACE, your like OHHHHMYYYGODDDD, I'm bloody UNDERWATER UNDERGROUND AND I'M GOING TO DIE WITH ALL THESE OTHER CRAZY FUCKERS!!!

AND I PAID 13.50 TO DO IT.

Shit. Okay. Even though you didn't direct it, I <3 you James Cameron.

My Kid Will Be This Cool

How is Gwen's kid so alarmingly awesome?

So stylin'. LIKE CHECK OUT THAT FREAKIN' SOCKS AND WORK BOOTS COMBO. omfg.

He's wearing NAIL POLISH. Nuff said.

BALLIN'.

FAIL

Dumb People. Entertaining competent people all over the world.

International Fail: Maybe she was kidding?

 

Having a Brain Fail: Please someone tell them it's because they're a vampire.

 

Permanent Fail: It's okay, maybe when she get's old and fat it will look like it says... Yeah no, I can't think of anyway to make that better.

Additional mini fail: Tattoos can't talk. Just FYI.