A few weeks ago I found myself back in Sarasota for a shoot with Boyce Avenue at an “undisclosed” historical location. Upon arrival at the location we found ourselves set upon by an unwashed hoard of elderly folks. The youngest visitors by at least forty years, we were put under watch. Thankfully we attempted to subvert those stares by appearing as young couples, out for a stroll. Although, as an afterthought, perhaps my rough looks broke the illusion as the elderly wondered if I was bear to Fabian’s cub. First stop was a complete wash. Foucault’s Panopticon don’t have shit on two historical recreationist actors wary and wise to our presence. Ducking into an orange packing plant we established a lookout for those wiry old folks and their tour. Faint voices could be heard growing louder in the distance as we hurried and scurried. We spent a moment or two at a church and then sped to small home where we could change and recover. Unfortunately, we found ourselves trapped by another of those blasted tour groups. I, coward that I am, retreated out of the house to the garden where I paused to ponder Boyce’s fate. Thankfully, they escaped unharmed and regaled in new attire. Tracked by tour golf cart, we headed to a few final shots upon Cock’s Footbridge. Seriously. Anyway, without further ramblings or character defamation, below are a few images from the shoot.
Follow the links either on the right or via the photos posted above to reach my flickr account for more images from the shoot as well as other madness, mayhem and mild diversions. I still have a few images from the shoot to work over so I will be posting those to my Flickr account as I complete them. For more information on Foucault’s Panopticon and other fallout from Althusser’s theories…. read more.
Just uploading a quick update featuring a new collage that I feel is nearly finished. The lettering works, I think, but I’m also feeling I may have overloaded the images and overcomplicated the collage. Comments and criticism are welcome as I don’t think I’ll be able to upload this on Facebook without repercussions. I will be uploading another collage in the next few days, hopefully. I’m attempting to go smaller in the blind faith that college students will spend a twenty on a piece of art, rather than simply buying postcards from me.
Oh, and a minor side note. I might be heading down to Sarasota towards the end of the month for a shoot with Boyce Avenue. Nothing confirmed yet and considering how unattentive and irresponsible I am, who knows Anyways, more updates in a few days.
And popping up an earlier version of the collage this morning to show a less complicated image. I’m torn…
So a few weeks ago I found myself amongst the boys from Boyce Avenue at the Crosley Mansion in Sarasota, FL while they were shooting a new music video. I honestly don’t have a damn clue when they will be releasing it but should be bloody good. Wonderful location, energetic video crew and creative differences between the constant threat of rain. I had camera envy. Will have to figure out how to break into the FSU Film school… er… never mind. Anyway, so they have this lovely little album out called All You’re Meant to Be which has a fantastic cover by someone… someone with mad skillz? Perhaps. Jump on it now. Society, your government and good ethics demand that of you. Restore the economy by purchasing this CD. Boyce Avenue will lead us out of the recession.
Hmm… perhaps I need more sleep.
And now the photos;
Daniel playing guitar in the bridal suite of Crosley... no comments.
Alejandro playing guitar at Crosley.
Fabian assumes a biblical pose in the midst of discussions between the band and video director.
And I find myself in my new local, in my new cardboard box which is lovingly decorated with newspaper wall paper, a ripped sun roof and dead bum air fresheners. I’m back in Tallahassee after a year of wondering exactly why I moved back to Sarasota. I’ll be picking up the Downtown Marketplace
this fall, participating with Edward Babcock
. The transfer went through and I’ll be working in the digital imaging department of Best Buy up here… and probably other departments to pick up hours. So come on by and see me! Let pelting commence! I’m looking for a second job so I don’t have to resort to rent boy tactics at this stage in life. But all I’ve found for telecommuting and similar part time jobs are a myriad of scams and cheats. Anyway, I’ll have images from the Boyce Avenue music video shoot later tonight… to try to grab more traffic from those crazy guys.
And in the mean time…. one of my new roommates.
She rather likes watching television and rotting her brain.
Aimie Ewok isn't enough as a title? Kyle suggested this comparison.
The inebriated bitch...
Er… the above caption should be explained… she’s on a Corona pillow.