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

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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

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The Dragon - @2010 Zoe Wiseman - model: Meghan Claire

These were the other images we made before and after. Enjoy.

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Models: Meghan Claire and Nettie Harris

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Please enjoy a photo from my last shoot in the desert with Meghan Claire. I have to work with her again soon. She’s amazing.

Sublime Nude, Model: Meghan Claire @ 2010 Zoe Wiseman

The le Nu LA show took off without me, but this video shows my image I made of Rei on the wall – the Quadtych! I wrote the forward for the book and the show, curated by Astor Morgan, was a big success! Thank you to everyone at A&I again and to Astor. I missed the big opening night to be with my family for my grandfather’s funeral.

I was gone for a couple weeks down south, New Orleans to be exact. It was good to be home. It was sad knowing that they’re going through yet another tragedy. I went down to Venice, Louisiana so I could see the marshes and swamps one last time before they become a dead zone. I’m crying as I’m typing this. I can’t express how much I love Louisiana in words. I became who I am today there. I feel the hurt. Tragic beauty. That’s my city. Chicago doesn’t know the Blues like New Orleans does. Life is cheap there, and at the same time the most valuable commodity on earth. I don’t know why they always have the world punch them like it does, but as I’m trying to think on the positive side of things, their artistic expression wouldn’t be the way it is without all this tragedy. It doesn’t make it good, the people do. They are some of the strongest people in heart that I know. And their pain is my pain. And as the oil is starting to reach the shores of Pesacola, Florida tonight, I feel their pain too. I spent many days on those beaches. Knowing there’s no hope is absolutely heartbreaking. I can’t even begin to speak about the animals suffering or … I’ll end it there. Everyone please keep these people in your hearts. Let’s make them even stronger and more resilient.

Venice, Louisiana marsh land @2010 Zoe Wiseman

Egret @2010 Zoe Wiseman

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It was for their Framed Art Race 2010 and we had to upload cell phone images. Since all I’ve been doing lately is taking pictures with my iPhone it was a logical thing for me to do. So I won their contest and my iPhone image of Rei will be featured on TV in about 4 weeks. Coincidentally, Rei will also be the photograph in leNuLA @ A&I on May 27. In Rei’s words, “The universe has made it clear that it likes it when we hang out and you take pictures.” I have to agree. Thanks Rei!

Rei in a Bowl

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