Came across this oldie of Babe and Dee. This was from a time before my father felt inadequate for not being able to use a VCR.

BJ’s b-day was yesterday. At one point in the night he lifted up his shirt to reveal, that indeed, he is actually Ned Flanders under that extra large. I gave him this polaroid as a present. I want this sign as your next neck tat Beej.

This is Jonny V. and I trying to look like we’re flying down this hill off Sunset. Listen, we did the best we could, ok?
hill bomb

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“Looking good, Billy Ray!”

“Feeling good, Louis!”

Just got back from Los Angeles where a lot of people called me ‘Sir’.  In the seven years Jonny V.. has lived out there he successfully managed to become Bruce Willis from Death Becomes Her.

Charley also came down from San Fran for a couple of days to pursue his dream of becoming Tom Jones and ‘hit the pool, get it?. This is what happens after three daytime cocktails with chuck.

Not Unusual

. . . and he’s now in relationship therapy with my gf.

Gotta walk the red carpet when in Hollywood.

Some polaroids of the trip here.

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Sorry about the absence of posts again.  I try to slack on the posts to trick myself into thinking I’m a really busy man.  But I do have a lot of stuff to show, mostly photo style.

Dave and Anne from The Impossible Project hooked it up on some special Polaroid Fade To Black film and told me to get nasty with that ass.  This film is pretty crazy, within 24 hours from the release the picture goes completely black, but does some amazing shit along the way.  The only problem is stopping the film from going competely black, which basically involves giving the polaroid a photographic enima.  Keep in mind the Manoog does no photoshop tricks with his Polaroids, what you see is what was given to me.  Thanks guys, enjoy!

FADE TO BLACK

I got some more regular polaroids from recent journeys.

MORE POLAROIDS

I also bought a Diana-Mini and started shooting some shit with that cute little plastic piece of ass.  Also, shout out to Lemon Pie’s new photo blog devoted to her Diana-Mini.  We’re not in cahoots, strictly competitive.

DIANA MINI

I lived in New York for the summer of 2003.  Basically, I knew nobody and did a lot of drinking by myself . . . except for when Salch and Danny paid the Ol’ Manoog a visit to shred life up.  Tales included smoking weed from apples, skateboarding better than we do today, and running through the streets at night chasing Salch with streams of urine.  Here are some memories:

This lady really likes her coat, nothing more to be said really.

Getting radical in Harlem in 30 degree weather.

In Los Angeles, be back in a week for more entertainment.

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