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To New Orleans!

Thursday, October 30th, 2008

Photo by the inimitable Violet Blue at the Blogger Bungalow

It is but a scant few short hours before we depart for the Big Easy to join Jill Tracy and Paul Mercer for two shows, the Queen of the Damned Ball Saturday and Endless Night Saturday. I can’t think of a better place (or better company) to spend Halloween. We’re also fortuitously escaping the rain currently gracing San Francisco’s streets (though I like the rain).

If I can steal a laptop, I’ll post photos as I can from a cafe somewhere; if not, look for them Sunday upon my return.

A small photoshoot — Lily in San Francisco

Wednesday, October 29th, 2008


Lily, on the rooftop of BMHQ

Some slight degree of trespassing and a small excursion last night brings you a small handful of photos of my friend Lily in her finest (borrowed) Victorian garb, which likely took longer to prepare than the photos did to take (and process).


Just one exposure and no Photoshop, taken on a filthy shoreline in East SF

I do in fact shoot portrait-session photoshoots (not just events!), so if you have something in mind and need some work done, let me know.

A handful of snapshots or an Ode to Distraction

Monday, October 27th, 2008

Salamander, as she’s known

This past Friday I had dinner with a friend, a lovely musician under the project name Oryx Incruentus; it was her idea as she wished to hand-deliver the album of hers I purchased, and we feared for the safety of courier boys in this perilous city. Also, wax cylinders are much too heavy for carrier pigeons. I had toyed with the idea of going to Diamond Dagger’s Burlesque Masquerade show, as many of my friends would be modeling Dark Garden corsets, and so off we went.

Autumn of Dark Garden Corsets

To make a long story short, there were a score of beautiful corset-clad women clamoring politely requesting that I take their portrait, utterly preventing me from doing my sacred duty of shooting the show (actually, that’s a blatant lie, as I wasn’t there to shoot the show (watch, yes) at all). But, then the show ended early and they all vanished (lest their finery fizzle and their carriages return to pumpkins? Perhaps).

See the gallery (handful of snapshots) here.

PS: I love my job.

The Prim Queer High Tea at Folsom Street Fair, 2008

Tuesday, September 30th, 2008

Folsom Street Fair presents one with an inundation of hairy men, sweaty leather, and exposed cock-ring-adorned penises.

These are not the photos you will find here.

It is to this bastion of sexual excess that we, the purveyors of modesty, bring forth the Prim Queer Tea. Brought to life by Nifer (of NifNak fame) Colin and Slim in 2007, this year saw a much expanded turnout with a number of fine folk who had heard tale of our special breed of tomfoolery and saw fit to join us. (Slim, you brought your Mother. To Folsom. This entertains me to no end.)

Under the mantra of “Modesty is the New Kink,” Edwardian couture was doffed, cucumber finger sandwiches consumed, and healthy quantities of piping hot Earl Grey imbibed (especially the “stout” variety (that means spiked with rum, for those of you who didn’t catch that). Truly, an event like Prim Queer Tea in the middle of Folsom is a matter of inevitability. With the extremity of, well, extremities on display already at the Fair, one is left with little option but to go as far as possible in the completely opposite direction. And Folsom Street Fair is an event we would all like to enjoy and participate within, but it for the most part has gone off the deep end of classlessness. It is therefore our sacred duty to provide what little we can.

The gallery is here. Milk and sugar?