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    Living the lives of others

    Wednesday, June 22nd, 2011

    You won’t find any nudity there, but yet — I have become obsessed with Instagram as a medium for snippets of this life. The “no nudity” policy, this is good and bad. Bad, because I love nudity– and good because it makes us get around the no nudity policy in creative ways– it seems to make us show a different aspect to living– a visual documentation of ones life. A life, many of us apparently have an innate need to share with others. It provides instant gratification and comes to feel technologically natural.  In my Instagram world, the ones I really follow give me more, they fill me with that feeling of wanting to know a different life than my own– visually. I track different people in different places– from the South, the East Coast, Las Vegas, Paris and, of course, my own San Francisco. These users create a geographical visual representation of art, life, current events, even life and death.

    Plus there is plethora of partially clad- tattooed, cinchered/corset, stocking and garter belt wearing women– with wild exhibitionist streaks running through them.

    Instagram has an immediacy and intimacy that allows the user a peek into a life not their own. The blog/photoblog/re-blog has many mutated phenomenon’s, but this one is deeply intriguing to me. Unlike TUMBLR that is overwrought with misappropriation, there is a uniqueness that sets it apart. I can really see what is in ones “camera for brain” mind, albeit the photos can be instantly “enhanced”, but the essence is still there.

    When one blogs, or re-blog– which is more the case– the essence of the creation is filtered, washed away– the creator often getting lost. With Instagram, used the way the app is intended, you cannot wash away the creator– the feed is live, it lives and we as users can live vicariously through these visual representations of others. Though, this will probably all change as more apps are designed to work with Instagram and as all good things will become sullied, but until then I love you Instagram.

    As with every social site, I control pretty closely who I choose to follow. I have a set group of people I follow everywhere– most of them San Franciscans– and there are those in the industries in which I deal– sex, art and libraries. In Instagram I follow my usual suspects, but have pleasantly expanded from that set, getting to see different sides of the world. It’s intimate, it’s real– the aura of intent remains and it is relatively pure, despite the ability to magically edit your image, it maintains that “in the now” realism.

    For me, I feel as though I have always been one of those people who see things in a different way– in sort of fragments that make the whole. Our mechanical eye has become a technological eye in which we frame and compose snippets of the lives we long to share. We are virtually bridging cultures. It is said that with the inception of reproduction we lose the aura of the original (Benjamin). With Instagram we see art meeting technological industry, on an extremely intimate level that I’ve rarely seen before.

    Curtis Joe Walker explains that there is an “incidental nature” to the photos one captures. To me this is one aspect that also creates an intimacy between users, we connect with commonality, the incidentals of living–  a meal, a cloud formation, our children. Walker describes these connections as having a “visual conversation” with people all over the world. Collin J. Rae who photographs much of his work using the iPhone, also sees it as connection to people. The images these artists choose to share are in real time, intimate, and immediate by design– connecting user visually, it’s modern day storytelling, told with images.

    Lastly, I am going to be watching closely how those in my industry utilize Instagram. Unfortunately, in the library world there is fear of change and bullshit bureaucracy to such social sites (don’t get me started), but art museums seem to recognize the value of the sort of connection that can be made utilizing social medias. The Brooklyn Museum is fantastic at manging their social sites and have embraced the immediacy of Instatgram. The curators at the Brooklyn Museum have been CT scanning mummified animals–birds, cats, reptiles– the unknown and through Instagram the museum has been showing us glimpses into this unknown as they too discover it.

    Why I love my Instagram community…

    1) We are a community day dreaming cloud watchers

    2) We eat good fucking food

    3) We drink good booze

    4) We often feel pants are unnecessary

    5) We have a need to share our lives

    6) We visually love our family and friends

    Favorites

    Linecook

    SFSlim

    Robotblood

    cfritz

    CurtisWalker

    collinjrae

    JayJayPhoto

    SophieKing

    godsgirl’s

    Omgedson

    Image by Paul Fetish

    image by Collin J. Ra

    Image from God's Girls

    fragments of a very bad day

    Pony

    Wednesday, May 25th, 2011





    A few last shots of Pony. She has an amazing smile and great features. These were shot with a Leica D-Lux 3. I am ready to shoot some more. I need some sexy volunteers, women, men and couples drop me an email.

    xoxo.

    Vix

    were we find ourselvs

    Tuesday, May 10th, 2011

    A wonderful weekend it was. I had the opportunity to spend and eveing with a close knit community and The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. It involved, sexorcisms, rituals, altars, floggings,  and the blessings they manifested all around. The Sisters blessed The Center for Sex and Culture‘s new location.  It turned out to be a long night, but it was pretty darn amazing. The great experience was one I will not soon forget and I was honored to spend this time with these individuals and I look forward to performing my new Head Librarian duties there.

    I came out of the sutuation with an undertasding of “work to play.” A sort of philosophy– that in order to play the way you want, one must put the work in to do so. The whole event is really all still running through my mind.

    The weekend also included a sunny fun photo shoot. I have only just started the editing, but I thought I would share a few.

     

    The end of National Poetry Month

    Friday, April 29th, 2011

    Photographic Memory



    with a heavy soul
    desires have become memories
    like a photograph I recall seeing
    but not sure where

    your past and mine
    could be like
    the energy of a wave

    like the lines
    on the back of my hand
    the creases in your face

    like a road map
    We never follow
    but keep—just in case

    like the box
    of secrets
    hidden in the back of my closet

    our history like intersections
    crossing in the middle of nowhere
    framed, dissected and hung on the wall
    a silver gelatin camera-eye
    languishing in our death’s-head
    like love–that never happened

    Image by Andrea Chiru

     

     

    processed

    Monday, April 25th, 2011

    bunny

    Friday, April 22nd, 2011

     

    Bunny Ears, shot with Leica D3

    under the tree

    Friday, March 11th, 2011

    by Library Vixen shot with Leica D-lux 3

    The Garage

    Sunday, February 27th, 2011





    Some more shots, from the SF Garage shoot. The rest can be seen here. 2/2011.

    Recent Photo Fun

    Wednesday, January 26th, 2011

    Sprawl

    Happy Accident

    These are from a shoot I had the pleasure of this past Saturday. Both are shot with a Lecia D-Lux 3.

    willingness

    Friday, December 3rd, 2010

    He surprised me, his voice startled me, the splintering sounds of want gripped in fear.

    He met me at my place. I made him wait while I showered the library away. The water extra hot turned my skin pink. I wanted to stay in there forever, not knowing what I wanted to say to him. I know what he wanted, but what does he really want from me–and can I afford to give it to him. I’m quite sure he knows my weakness. Cock.  He knows I cannot resist his cock, the way it turns thick with just a look, the smell, the curve that stretches towards my lips.

    There is fracture between us though–but of course the slut I am, let him in. I get this feeling, particularly when coming off the high of cock–the low side– that it is really is like the elation of drugs and the lows that come with them. I cannot resist–and I hate my cunt for its insatiable wantonness–I want it desperately, I want to be used, I want to feel, I want to be taken, I want it all to be erased.

    We are awkward, we are not the same people we were before NYC, we fumbled with words, glance, smiles made uneasy, and touched tinged with the pain of being human. We are children, emotional children not knowing how to love or give without associating it with pain.

    His body pinned me to the door, his weight holding me, sparking a charge to my cunt. The  struggle of our bodies longing to get close as possible to one another, it becomes a fight of limbs and clothing. The power between us is desperate and volatile. My clothing gets pulled, tugged and ripped at. Pushed to the ground, I finally feel what I want—the strength of a man–his cock throbbing against my body, his heaviness engulfs me.

    His hand grabs my now fat flowing cunt, his fingers slipping into the sloppy folds of skin and wet pubic hair. His other hand wraps around my neck and clutches. In this moment the last weeks disappear and the loss I was feeling, the emptiness–is being filled. His body and cock have become ferocious, it is a willing rape. Because I had not had sex for a few weeks–I was tight–not use to the thrust of a cock. It hurt with each shove of his thickness into me, it is the brutal fuck I needed and wanted. The grunts, moans fill the air, yet it all seems remarkably quiet.

    One hand surrounding my throat–breathing becoming a useless entity, his other hand still covered my face and eyes. Looking through the slits of his fingers I watch the shadows of light and dark as they dance across the ceiling and let my body be taken, let myself feel the pain of this man, taking mine and giving me his.

    image by Aeric Meredith-Goujon

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