Self vs Self, again

eyes

eyes

vanfullersublime asked: Thanks for the reblog of Belle En Chocolat!

But it's actually a digital painting, as you'll see on enlargement. Of course, it's based closely on a photo—except that the clothing in the photo is blue and red, and the mood is less dark and mysterious.

i guess photo was a poor word. choice. i should have used image, which is more what i meant anyway.

did you digitally paint it?

I have been catching up on my entourage episodes recently. It became really apparent somewhere in season 7 that I’m not even sure I like the show anymore. I don’t really like the direction it is going in, but I can see why the executives wanted it to be so.  However, I cant help but spending each episode in wait to get a glimpse or hear a snippet of Sloan’s (Emmanuelle Chriqui) voice. There is something so incredibly sexy about her. The way she moves, her smile, the curve in her back and the way she portrays a strong independent character with such ease you feel like you are getting a glimpse of the real Emmanuelle Chriqui.

I have been catching up on my entourage episodes recently. It became really apparent somewhere in season 7 that I’m not even sure I like the show anymore. I don’t really like the direction it is going in, but I can see why the executives wanted it to be so.  However, I cant help but spending each episode in wait to get a glimpse or hear a snippet of Sloan’s (Emmanuelle Chriqui) voice. There is something so incredibly sexy about her. The way she moves, her smile, the curve in her back and the way she portrays a strong independent character with such ease you feel like you are getting a glimpse of the real Emmanuelle Chriqui.

Simply amazing

Simply amazing

bendingsubmission: Hey, I know - let’s fire ninety percent of photographers who work in porn/erotica. The people laid off can sign up to work as assistants for this gentleman. After an apprenticeship, funded by the stimulus package, they can return to making a living shooting truly erotic photos. In five years the word “porn” will become an arcane factoid. Something that comes up on Jeopardy. Meanwhile, erotic photography will not be left to tumblr, Taschen, crudely designed websites or brown paper bags. You’ll be able to go to a library in any major city and walk into their tastefully decorated erotic photography section, provided you are old enough and have valid ID to prove it. In time, mothers will make pilgrimages to these places with their eighteen year old daughters. They’ll specifically seek out this photograph, the one that started it all. They’ll say to their daughters, “Daughter, when you get older and serious with someone, if he or she don’t make you feel like this, don’t make you want to feel like this, don’t have a voice or a smile or a scent or a way of touching you that makes you want to do this to your ownself on your lunch break in your car, then do not marry or cohabitate with that person.” Fathers will do the same with their sons. They’ll say, “Son, look at that. You know, you can make that happen, if you use your mind instead of just your dick. I know it’s tough when you’re eighteen and your dick yells so much you can barely hear yourself think. But give it time and some effort and you can do this. You can make the woman who really matters to you melt in a car, just by thinking of you. Now who doesn’t want that? But you have to not just use your dick. Got me bud? If by chance you’re into guys, then you can probably go ahead and just use your dick. They got another section here for that.” photo by aeric meredith-goujon

bendingsubmission:

Hey, I know - let’s fire ninety percent of photographers who work in porn/erotica. The people laid off can sign up to work as assistants for this gentleman. After an apprenticeship, funded by the stimulus package, they can return to making a living shooting truly erotic photos. In five years the word “porn” will become an arcane factoid. Something that comes up on Jeopardy.

Meanwhile, erotic photography will not be left to tumblr, Taschen, crudely designed websites or brown paper bags. You’ll be able to go to a library in any major city and walk into their tastefully decorated erotic photography section, provided you are old enough and have valid ID to prove it.

In time, mothers will make pilgrimages to these places with their eighteen year old daughters. They’ll specifically seek out this photograph, the one that started it all. They’ll say to their daughters, “Daughter, when you get older and serious with someone, if he or she don’t make you feel like this, don’t make you want to feel like this, don’t have a voice or a smile or a scent or a way of touching you that makes you want to do this to your ownself on your lunch break in your car, then do not marry or cohabitate with that person.”

Fathers will do the same with their sons. They’ll say, “Son, look at that. You know, you can make that happen, if you use your mind instead of just your dick. I know it’s tough when you’re eighteen and your dick yells so much you can barely hear yourself think. But give it time and some effort and you can do this. You can make the woman who really matters to you melt in a car, just by thinking of you. Now who doesn’t want that? But you have to not just use your dick. Got me bud? If by chance you’re into guys, then you can probably go ahead and just use your dick. They got another section here for that.”

photo by aeric meredith-goujon

Does anyone miss simpler days? Times when the road seemed straighter? When things were fast? But by today’s standards are snail paced? Like when you are in your early teens? I remember my life only consisting of school, wasting time with mates and surfing. The days were full and you really thought that things were getting achieved? We all now live in lives that move with such velocity that so many things just get left aside, to just remain memories or forever things that we wish we had time for. This is the pictorial resemblance of this time - race cars of last century speeding down a straight road. At this point in time this was the fasted any man could fathom. Now, the speed of which this message reaches you is beyond comprehension of anyone that was involved with this photo. Times were simpler.

Does anyone miss simpler days? Times when the road seemed straighter? When things were fast? But by today’s standards are snail paced? Like when you are in your early teens?

I remember my life only consisting of school, wasting time with mates and surfing. The days were full and you really thought that things were getting achieved? We all now live in lives that move with such velocity that so many things just get left aside, to just remain memories or forever things that we wish we had time for.

This is the pictorial resemblance of this time - race cars of last century speeding down a straight road. At this point in time this was the fasted any man could fathom. Now, the speed of which this message reaches you is beyond comprehension of anyone that was involved with this photo. Times were simpler.