I love that these pictures of the Northern Pacific always look very post-human existence. I always look at these photos through the lens of a world unfit for Man. By the time we are shook from our home and left for the trees to digest the sky will sob with color. All those motors we needed for ourselves, all those little weird hunks of metal taking us to the beach for the afternoon. Those are the things that allowed the birds to take flight.
I love looking at this picture and telling myself it’s a newly discovered planet with salt water, same atmospheric composition, no plastics, and affordable housing. I imagine Jet Streams running north to south as well as east to west. I tell myself people have patience on that planet, women don’t have to constantly be aware of who’s around them. After 5 or so minutes, I find myself in an interesting thought: Huh… what should I get for lunch?
My band the SF Electro Pop Fest last night and for me, it felt like this picture. We were in that place of being completely lost in the back of our heads, letting whatever put us hear, drive for awhile. They set food in front of a farm dog and we ate. They jump around on stage trying to sell cars, or maybe they were selling something else, the purpose was unclear. But never can sacrifice be mistaken. When you have to climb a mountain just to find your house. You know what home is.
Working 12 hour days on a single project that is completely up to you to see through to the end. Not knowing how it will be received or if it will even make it to the finish line. Why would you ever do this to yourself? You have so many options. Maybe because we are 80% water and water’s rhythms can’t be predicted nor stopped. Sometimes our waves break while no one witnesses. Sometimes, that’s the true reason for the project in the first place.
I’ve been uninspired to post any of the happenings of my world. I’ve been busy with personal projects and admittedly, have been under the thumb of tunnel vision. But something hit me just now, something like a drunken racial slur thrown from the frustrations of man: The Polar Jungle is beyond talented when it comes to fucking with 35mm or an iPhone 4. This long brewing realization has given me an excited purpose for the next 14 days of my life, and yours. Each day I will feature a photograph by The Polar Jungle with hopes that on the 14th day I will have tracked down the man behind some of the most interesting and beautiful photographs I’ve personally seen, so that I can give you internet surfers and exclusive interview of the artist’s personal environment. With that said… may the hunt begin.
I took this photo as I was walking home one night in Shiho Kitazawa. The city was dead other than the occasional drunken businessman who was either passed out or heavily stumbling in compliance with his inner compass. I came across this stand, the woman never turned around to see who was behind her which I thought was strange. Maybe with such low crime in Japan people don’t worry about someone sneaking up on them, or maybe she didn’t hear me… Either way, it was a strange moment and I’m glad I took a picture of it.
Since it’s October and I just watched one of the best scary movies in the world the other night with a group of friends who all passed out like a bunch of babies, I wanted to post this polaroid of the make over that was given to me compliments of beauty blog, The Glittered Age. They went all out and set me up with a killer make over that I’d be happy to wear everyday of my life if I didn’t have prior obligations. The whole deal was: I’d let her do as she wanted as long as I got to eat ice cream during. The photo and makeup came out amazing against the gold wall of my hallway.
A friend of mine has an aunt who was the typist and photographer behind the legendary movie, “Pulp Fiction” which has just hit it’s 20th year anniversary. It never really shocks me to hear about how talented her family is because she herself is an amazingly stunning person. Someone who you instantly feel drawn towards as if her bulb was illuminating your moth like brain. I wanted to post this because Pulp Fiction in my opinion is easily pound for pound the best movie filmed in the last 35 years and I think it will bring a smile to Sage’s face to see this random post from me today.
Awhile ago we went to a secret location to listen to analog real time 3D sound design in a pitch dark room. Most people left, got sick, or felt strange if they stayed the duration of the performance. This was a picture of the waiting room there. I thought the angle of the stairs and the placement of the water fountain was really cool.