The book my image “Solar Energy” was published in has now been released by 1x.com. 205 different photographers with one photo each are all included inside this collective. You can purchase a copy by going to http://1x.com/photobook
Jazmine Dominique is the beautiful model in the photo.
I’m thinking about Dr. Martin Luther King today. The dream still lives. This monument to General Lee still stands in New Orleans though. Maybe as a reminder, and maybe people take it the wrong way, but if we don’t recognize hate and fear when it raises it’s head this proudness of Lee will stare down upon us all.
After my last print sale I thought I’d write a little on how you can buy one of my prints. I don’t usually advertise that my prints are up for grabs… but they are. I get emails sometimes asking me if this print is for sale or that print is for sale. If you see something on this website it’s for sale, unless the edition has run out.
All my prints are printed as Digital Ilford Silver prints. They are TRUE silver prints, not ink jet. They are exposed by using a digital file projected onto Ilford Silver paper and processed traditionally. All prints have different pricing and are signed. Most are editions of 20, some are editions of 5. It depends on the print. You can have them framed and matted, or they can arrive to you naked. Framing costs depend on the size of the print, and I only charge the cost of having it framed. Shipping charges are also applied to any prints that need to be shipped.
This print was just sold to a lucky buyer in the UK. He gets print #1 of 20.
©2009 Zoe Wiseman ~ Carlotta Masked
I have so many stories to tell. I feel like life moves so fast and sometimes we forget to stop and put things into perspective. I always revert to 1993 for some reason. I was such a punk. Taking off with my best friend across the country with no real rhyme or reason to it. We just needed to get the fuck out of Indiana. If I would have photographed everything we went through maybe someone might believe it. We were clueless idiots, but not clueless enough to lose control. We were Liv Tyler and Alicia Silverstone in that Aerosmith video, literally.
I almost feel like that video was made because they followed us around and took notes, but they left out Vegas. You know, the Vegas before they tore down the Sands. It wasn’t a bad place to live, room service, huge swimming pool, free drinks and all for the bargain price of $15.00 a night. I gotta keep the cat in the bag though, so to speak. Ah, life before cell phones and the interwebs… and traveling without a map and no GPS and somehow arriving exactly where you were meant to arrive all by chance. Motel 6′s, guys with purple hair, ZZ Top at the gas station, a guy who played with Sid Vicious, getting stranded on an island, literally. So much to tell. And Boomtown! I cannot leave that out. Middle-America is a trip. And Amsterdam, being sung to by hari krishna’s after running from Dracula’s carriage… long story.
I’m tempted to take a hiatus from photography and tell my story… or a story under an alias so to protect the guilty and a few innocents… but mostly the guilty.
I just found this. I used google translator for that link, the text is all in Swedish. Ralf Stelander of 1x.com mentioned me talking about his site. Thought that was nice. Thanks Ralf.
I’ll be in their soon to be released collective book this year with my image Solar Energy with the amazing model, Jazmine Dominique. I’ll announce it again once it’s been published. 
Solar Energy - @2007 Zoe Wiseman - Model: Jazmine Dominique
Comes the wind.
Enjoy.
Winds of Change - models; Amber and Candace - @2008 Zoe Wiseman
Mid-4AM ramblings and strung out on coffee
Listening to Metalocolypse and wondering where and why time slips away
feeling that 10 minutes of orange that happens every night in california and wondering why sleep at all?
you could have another coffee and keep going through whatever geek timebomb you are creating now
or scrap it all and forget about that sliver of creativity you forgot to write down
some things left over from the fog of humidity i used to live in – this city just isn’t the same, people sleep and any celebrating and you might have a sideways glance wondering who put the happy in your drink
but you’re always sober and you still have more fun
and those dregs of kindredness fall off the cliff into the pacific and you realize that there is no us there is only me and that’s how they think here
popularity breeds contempt, one of boy george’s more genius phrases, and it’s true and you’re also true
i miss mom-n-thems and red beans on monday
happy monday
Circle @2008 Zoe Wiseman - Model: Claudine
I found a hilarious 80′s tear sheet of myself when I modeled for Gunne Sax. Can you say, “Flashdance?” Big hair for days! I was all of 15 years of age.
Gunne Sax Ad
I was popped by the paparazzi at my Fiat Lux exhibit. At least he was shooting Polaroid. Check out his photostream on Flickr – some cool Polaroids of tons of artists there: http://www.flickr.com/photos/reserveresult/
Polaroid Paparazzi
I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench, an old man was sittin’ there.
I said, “Your old court house is kinda run down,
He said, “Naw, it’ll do for our little town.”
I said, “Your old flag pole is leaned a little bit, and that’s a ragged old flag you got hangin’ on it.”
He said, “Have a seat”, and I sat down,
“Is this the first time you’ve been to our little town?”
I said, “i think it is”
He said, “I don’t like to brag, but we’re kinda proud of That Ragged Old Flag”
“You see, we got a little hole in that flag there,
When Washington took it across the Delaware.
and it got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key sat watching it,
writing “Say Can You See”
It got a rip in New Orleans, with Packingham & Jackson tugging at its seams.
and it almost fell at the Alamo
beside the Texas flag,
But she waved on through.
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville,
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee and Beauregard and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on
That Raged Old Flag
“On Flanders Field in World War I,
She got a big hole from a Bertha Gun,
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp, and low, a time or two,
She was in Korea, Vietnam, She went where she was sent
by her Uncle Sam.
She waved from our ships upon the briny foam
and now they’ve about quit wavin’ back here at home
in her own good land here She’s been abused ,
She’s been burned, dishonored, denied an’ refused,
And the government for which she stands
Has been scandalized throughout the land.
And she’s getting thread bare, and she’s wearin’ thin,
But she’s in good shape, for the shape she’s in.
Cause she’s been through the fire before
and I believe she can take a whole lot more.
“So we raise her up every morning
And we bring her down slow every night,
We don’t let her touch the ground,
And we fold her up right.
On second thought
I DO like to brag
Cause I’m mighty proud of
That Ragged Old Flag”
United States of America