so he's not a wee bairn after all.....

For those who long to return to their childhood, I can facilitate such desires with a whisk of my mouse....

featured in the upcoming Citizen Game and the Expendables, as easy going as he is enormous. And a premium dancer

all kinds of people populate the hollywood cemetary not the least of which is this mustachio'ed minx; apparently she grows and cultivates rhinestones in nebulous Topanga caverns with which to adorn her upper lips and like areas..

a jaunt to the insane asylum one lazy sunday, and there spotting the muse of Arkam, le Kayta, feeding the vampire mouse as is her wont

I rubbed a lamp and there he was!

This extended family allowed me the chance to photograph their yearly summer portrait, and such a delight it was. The crouton pudding was divine....

I recently had the chance to knock heads with the elusive Norton P, fresh from his travels about and around the Orient; the sheer will within his outstreched palm was enough to draw me away from the confines of this reality.

a glimpse into the glamorous world of my dog, who stayed motionless on a 2 foot platform as long as I held a treat in front of the lens....

jeff parise the ever presence, invokes the spirit of a long dead sorceror with an enormous penis in order to further the cause of Czarist russia. he then proceeded to cut his own hair and beard for a follow up headshot, so not only can he act, he's a shoe in for the supercuts franchise

the long overdue beauty shoot featuring shannon and amy donning the majestic creations of drewbird; Rhee and daven furthered the delight that was this experience, enhancing the macabre aesthetic.

mad grindhouse design by Ou11aw

the beautiful selene, gracing the cover of the glorious Coilhouse, long may it reign and smite the artsy.

I'd like to say you'll be seeing more of her, but her head was so good looking, I lopped it off and froze it. Now she only comes out for monopoly games.

Lost in the land where bad paintings go to die, the Marquess Oasis de Cameltoe, heir to the realm of Good Taste, forges ahead through the twisted brambles and gilt, searching for a way home. Armed with the artifact Clouded Judgement, a head that glowed when danger hovers, her royal breast bare and perky, she marvels at the sheer absence of negative space.

The dulcet tread of the Marquess did not go unnoticed; the dark Lady of the amputee animals sensed the fresh and tender spirit ambling amidst the disembodied bits and moths and creatury things, and summoned her minions thus beginning the chase. Woe betide the innocently accessorized wandering the lairs of her legion.

She came to a turn amidst a boar infested chimney, and the Clouded Judgment shone excelsior, boding trouble for the questing Marquess. A quicksliver shadow flashed to her left, drowned by the sudden crash of something big behind...

Bursting from the inverted underbrush, or overbrush as it were, a fell apparition, the lion guardian of the Nether Regions, the arch fiend Derrick, or Duds for short. The terrified Marquess plunged forward into the mangy morass, the sulfur breath of the beast hot against her hips.

The moment all seemed lost, she is rescued by the demon Denver Barbados. Though initially wary of the motives of her would be savior, known to be the illegitimate adopted daughter of the Grandest Demon Ouchless Tumor, the Marquess was nonetheless won over by her magpie love of brassy accessories and horns. She felt safe crushed against the armored bosom of Barbados.

The Demon Barbados demanded payment for the timely rescue of the royal personage, and only one would suffice. All royals carry within them a hand crafted wooden soul, made by the finest Balinese sculptors, as a better than average replacement for an actual one....forged in the nethers of Queen Babs Downey Jr, the soul was the Marquess' only link between the realm of the Living, and compelling puppet theatre.

Her pantomime soul finally lost to the Demon Barbados, the Marquess Oasis de Cameltoe suffers the ultimate penalty for her faith in wire and bits; pushed from the precipice into a void of carbon darkness where lurks the most fearful, lurky mystery accessory of them all. 1970's David Bowie's Codpiece. To be continued...........

I'm entertaining the idea of doing a series of images informed by vignettes from my favorite literature. This is the first of them, based on Hemmingway's Dangerous summer.

no thats not my hand print....ok thats my hand print, cocaines a hell of a drug

famed fetish model Vima goes back in time to visit Indochine and have a cuppa

the current highlight of my photographic career, shooting John Larroquette holding a plastic mallard

shooting Gila and Choya at the same time was tantamount to walking into the Louvre, pulling the Mona Lisa off the wall, and smashing it over my head, then wandering around trapped in the picture frame bleeding all over the marble parquet, leering beatifically. It was hot

One from a promo shoot for Salvage clothing, featuring Aaron, the drummer from Prong. The remainder of the images are top secret for now, as they depict unreleased scenes of carnal t-shirt chaopathy that cannot see the light of day. I.E. no one's seen the designs, and yes, thats a made up word. For those of you who care deeply, I also shot the cover art for Prongs most recent CD, which I don't have yet....hopefully its really disgustingly goodlooking, like the drummer Aaron.

the 2 faces of my great sage and friend Erin, and her Janus faced anti-hipster, Weston, who is so cool, he had to face away from the camera lest I became over infatuated with his oh so bloggable face. I think if they have a boy baby together, he'd look just like the infant version of keifer sutherland. My camera and I will bear witness should this singularity occur.

kate, keep your boobs to yourself, you showoff. Albeit a wonderful model and designer, Kate cannot help but flaunt her chesty bits, insisting to all and sundry that they admit to her boob supremacy and kowtow before them. If I had a pound sterling for every time she mentioned them things, what with the currency exchange and US interest rates at an all time low, I have, like, 4 dollars.

Anyone clever enough to meet Nell face to face should insist she stick her tongue out as far as possible, photograph it, and send me the images. Please!

I was fortunate to shoot in an incredible metal working studio by Joe, the resident maestro, and Rachel, the wardrobe stylist and a reincarnated WWII paratrooper. If you plan on a jaunt to burning man this year, you will get to see some of joe's masterful pieces in action. Hair and make up by christian and bea, hotness courtesy of kumi, nell and kate.

Ulorin was gracious to drive to london from far away in order to shoot with me. I think mostly because she intended to steal Robert's hair pieces and elope with them to Cocomo, but I've been wrong before.

this is the first image from a series featuring Kumi and Ulorin in london. I'd been shooting for 8 hours at the White Womb, but somehow witnessing the scantily clad kumis and vexes woke me right up. Tony's light and stormy cocktails didn't hurt much either.....fancy hair and makeup sizzle courtesy of the greats Robert Masciave and Bea Sweet, and Olga made sure the silly factor was almost on par with the sexy factor; almost!

a glimpse into my recent trip to the UK, courtesy of Kumi's phone. I was blessed to have the opportunity to shoot overseas for the first time, at the White Womb studio in London.

this my friend Medina, she is nice, a very premium dancer and can actually wink using either eye, but I am exceptionally beloved of the right. She also makes clothings that are first rate style, and is incredibly tall for a non-lesbian

one of my favorite shots from a recent band shoot, featuring the redoubtable flying V guitar.

this was a challenging shoot largely because we were trying for 4 different look plus a bluescreen scene all shot in under 3 hours. My thanks to John Moore PR, Mr Littlejohn for playing dress up, and Jimmy for his courage under fire.

this is a literal example of the process behind the hyper-reality. Lesa was kind enough to pose for the 5th installment of my ongoing horoscope narrative, here representing Leo.