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Camila Gomez is a good person. I think that is one of the requirements for anyone who knits. My grandmother used to knit. She was the nicest person I have ever known. She put up with my nutty grandfather all the way to the end. I need a woman like that. But Camila and I are just friends. She lets me take sexy pictures of her sometimes. She knows that I merely appreciate it on an artistic level ... and I pay well. So yeah, it's good to have friends.
I use my cameras to capture moments in time, because moments go in one direction, away. They are entirely irreplicable. The moment captured here with Diana Sedova and Victoria Minina was pure magic and is a big fuck-you to the lazy, fearful, loser parts of my personality. It is an important reminder that sometimes everything works out perfectly when you trust in the universe and grind. If I let my demons go unchecked, moments like this would never be possible. Break on through to the other side. And don't worry, this isn't the last that you will see of these incredible women.
This was a wonderful day that came as a surprise. I was in Portland for my uncle's funeral, so the circumstances weren't great. Patsy Ford invited me to her place and lifted my spirits with her charms. Part 2 with bonus video coming tomorrow. Have a great weekend.
Someone persistent has been requesting more Korinne Peterjik for the past few months. I totally understand their fascination. Her natural beauty and enthusiasm is palpable. The air in her dorm room felt thick with it. I created a job for myself that justifies visiting a college campus to take nakey photos of lovely young women. Certainly, I am swine, but I am of a genius breed of swine. Or maybe this is all part of Father's Plan.
"September. The calm before the storm. I remember going to Kyiv. It felt like Russia, but freer. It had it's rough edges too, a seedy underbelly, yet the people somehow appeared more optimistic. Things were heading in the right direction, even if slowly. Pretty sure that's all gone now. I hope I will get to return. I hope I get to meet more people like Nika."
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I am so glad to see Dabney Conrad again. She is truly a special person. If I was to walk into her club, you know the kind filled with girls with daddy issues, I'd be expecting to meet someone totally fake and only interested in the contents of my wallet. Not so with Dabney. She is ultra-kind and authentic and loves animals so much, she'd probably just take whatever money you give her and donate it to a rescue shelter. In fact, I am positive that is what Dabney did with all my cash. I had to help her help the innocent critters. I think she really likes me too, guys.
The main difference I have discerned between good art and bad art is how much it pleases others. The degree to which the artist taps into the taste of the crowd is everything. Beethoven was just a mad person if no one appreciated his music. But we did, and so we loved him, and a lunatic becomes a genius as a clear result of approval. So you see, Honey, my sweet wife, I am not crazy. I am a renowned artist. That is why I have to find the next devil to pump into imaginations around the world. You are lucky, Mrs. Venice.