COLLECTION: Ask And Ye Shall Receive (Ebay link at bottom)

I’ve been getting a lot of emails lately asking me just how this whole blog thing came about. The simple answer is that I started it as a way of bringing photo editors back to my online portfolio. That was it really… of course I had no idea how much fun the thing would be and it took on a life of its own from there.

But then I started thinking, maybe there’s more to it. Maybe it started further back. Like way further back. Like therapy further back…

Case in point, check out these old pictures I came across while cleaning my room. They’re from a trip I took around the world when I was 19-or-so (actually, my first, and only to-date, feature in Maxim came out while I was on this trip).

I apologize in advance—these are poor scans, done from stupid Advantix film (you remember Advantix, the prints came in three sizes) after they sat in a box several years—and no one likes looking at other people’s vacation pictures anyway. But, well, it’s my show.



Anyway, if memory serves, this one is dusk over Vietnam.



Some “Junks” in Hong Kong.



More Vietnam.



My friend Chris after we hitchhiked (or tried to anyway) across Turkey.



An artsy-shot of who-knows-what. Whatever, you get the idea.




The funny thing is, I got the film processed as I was traveling and I couldn’t bear to part with any of the prints above. Nor was I willing to give-up a picture of me “pushing up a boulder” in India. The one of me and my friends in Italy was too good to let go too. As was the shot I took of a cemetery in Hong Kong (the place is so hilly they burry people on stairs), me renting a tiny motorcycle in Japan, floating in the Dead Sea, tree-climbing goats in Morocco, and dude carrying boxes in Turkey.





















But I had to send my parents something right?

So was it me in a sleeping-pod at the Kobe spa? No.



Kicking it at a traditional Ryokan (an old-school hotel)? Not that one.



Playing with a cop’s gun in Turkey? (Really, we made friends with some cops who took us on boat tour of Istanbul and let us shoot at an abandon van when we thought they were going to arrest us for skating) Nope.



This Elvis impersonator we met on the tram in Hong Kong? Hell no.





In fact, I only sent dear old mom and dad one picture from the whole trip—this little gem I took outside the Taj Mahal.



See what I mean… I think this thing may have started long ago.


Anyway there is one other question I’ve been getting a lot of lately and if you’re actually still reading this at this point, well, I guess you deserve an answer. Here goes nothing: I’LL BE PUTTING THE THING ON EBAY SOMETIME AROUND LUNCH. COME BACK AND I’LL HAVE THE LINK UP. CLICK HERE TO CHECK IT OUT Enjoy.

COLLECTION: Mini-me Times Three

Sorry, I know it’s been a while and all… this week though, this is the week I get back to my twice a week schedule. Really.



Anyway, I’ve been a busy little bee recently. I went to the Maxim All Access weekend at the Borgata in Atlantic City.




Fat Joe, Bam Margera, Jet, Carmen Electra, David Lee Roth, the guys from Entourage… famous people were everywhere. As you can see, it was pretty exciting.




The view from my room was pretty cool too (and not just cause I like my own reflection).




Yup, breathtaking. Like I said, I was more than a little excited.




Then I went to Avalon (it’s a beach town) to visit my aunt and uncle.




That was cool too, but I left the weiner in the bag.




Wait a minute, you didn’t think…. Come on, this is a family show.




See, I was psyched to get the AC invite, but you can’t go to Atlantic City without a little dough in your pocket. Seeing as I’ve got no job and all, I figured it was time to clone a bone and find out what these things don’t fetch on the open market.









I mean, sure, I like saying “I’m the busiest guy in no business,” but the kid’s got to eat too, right?














I made two.




Then it was time for some chemistry.




24 hours later, my second and third wieners were born.




The only problem? I wouldn’t sell these guys to my worst enemy. Not only don’t they properly capture my true likeness, they’re all lumpy and porous like the bologna my high-school cafeteria used to serve. Gross.




One even had a foreskin…




Obviously I took care of that.




Forget sexy though, these things are kind of useless.



They make terrible chopsticks.






I’d envisioned using them to land planes, but that seems equally unlikely.








And I don’t think you could fend off an attacker either (I mean, maybe if the whole thing had come out right, but not like this).



Yeah, I know, too much free time, right? And I’m still a bit stuck in the money/career department.



Anyway, I’ve got a fun internship or two lined up for next week (can’t wait to share them with you—thanks for your emails)… keep an eye out, but I’m still waiting for someone to call saying they work for the morgue, or that they’re a mascot and I can come down and hang (Tessa you didn’t leave me any way of getting in touch)… Keep your fingers crossed and wish me luck.

PS—I just realized (well, someone just told me) that IF YOU CLICK THE "TOO MUCH INFORMATION" AT THE TOP, IT TAKES YOU TO THE MAIN PAGE. Cool.