Smug Life.

Here's a mini-series from Jones Beach at Coney Island, that I shot on the 4th of july.

http://flickr.com/photos/dirtyfingernails/sets/72157594187739022/show/

Have fun.


By the way, Sonic Youth's new albumb is worth it. Jim O'Rourke is finially gone.

It's about 1am, and I've been drinking Jameson since 3pm, so forgive me if this is crass, but...what is the fucking deal with your photography? I mean shit I feel like I'm in the darkroom of my junior year in high school taking it up the ass from some asshole wearing a A&F collared shirt (with the collar poped, of course). I haven't seen such bad work since being stoned first period in Miss. Hyatts class thinking to myself: "Why the fuck is everyone so bad at this photography shit?" It's like "Hey look! I took a photograph of a flower! Now a waterfall! Now a flower, and another flower, and another flower, wait here's a stupid photo of myself that doubles as my myspace profile photo, and then look here's my dog, and here's my cd's and look I've used Microsoft Paint to put a shitty poem ontop of my photograph about how much I'm like the sterotypical 16 year old suburban brat, Someone please take me to prom....please." I'm tired of it. It makes my head hurt, but then I stop wondering why people buy my prints for obsene amounts and why magazines fight over me for next month's editoral. If you think I'm an asshole, you're right. I am an asshole. I'm a total egotystical NYC artist who doesn't give a fuck about your abilities to make a photograph black and white and then use photoshop to make some totally pointless detail color. Nobody gives a flying fuck which petal of the rose is red, or if any of them are. With that I bring you three girls in bikinis in Sodus Point, NY for Vice magazine.

back online

So just an update of my life, not that anyone reads this, but I've got nothing else to do today...
I found a loft in Williamsburg Brooklyn, AKA Hipster-mecca. It's semi-cheap and has high ceilings and wifi, so I can't really complain, that and there's a rad bar about half a block down Grand Street. I haven't been motivated to do much of anything but party my ass off and sleep whenever possible. I've been shanghaiing the Pratt Art Institue's computer labs to check my e-mail, or Kinkos depending on where I am in the city. Life isn't the best, but to quote the beatles "I have to admit it's getting better, getting better all the time". Anyways there's a reason I labeled this photography, and that's bascily to say....if you're in NYC and have a chance to the the Whiteny, you should. there's some good photography in it, and a film installation from NYC's very own Jim O'Rourke ( Yeah, the new bassist in Sonic Youth, formerly of The Pastels and so on....) Which brings me to my second point, my work is blowing up here. People are grabbing for my polaroids left and right, So If all goes as well, and as planned I'll have a show in Manhattan by the end of this year, Bling Bling Bitches...Adios.

Mood: Ready for night to roll around so I can start drinking whisky and PBR at the bar, and see my favorite bar tender, who always goes heavy on the alcohol and lets me drink for a cigarette and a conversation.
Music: The Stranglers; Golden Brown.

Flying back to NYC tomorrow, so...probably wont be posting for awhile. Adios.

Photo: Ashley Brown

This is what I'v been doing for those of you who are currious.
I've got 3 shows coming up, two with Jesuland, and maybe a show in SoHo, still waiting on Ashley to give me some info on that one.
I burried my dad yesterday, and I'm still hungover.
I'm going back to home in NYC in the next couple of weeks.
I'm working as a staff photographer for a fashion designer.
I'm selling my car to James mutha fuckin' Jackson.
Clayton James Cubitt has dropped off the face of the fucking planet.

Photo: yours truley, thank you Terry Richardson for making a place in the world for snapshots...


I'm still drunk, sucka!

I'm drunk.

Do yourself a favor and listen to The Brian Jonestown Massacre. They're the last great American rock band.