The Day in Photographs

Now imagine all the things I didn't get to capture on film. Still trying to get used to combining my photography with biking.

Strength

At times you may think there isn’t a joule of energy left in your body. Then a pivotal moment gives you no choice but to thrive because she needs you and you need her.



I'm currently taking life one hour at a time...

James Jean’s Succubus

Simon introduced me to James Jean a while back.

When I first saw his Succubus I was mesmerized. The intensity of it all made my chest heave.

For those unfamiliar with succubi, they are female demons that have sexual intercourse with moral men and drink up their souls during the process. There are many different versions and depictions of these creatures depending on the culture. In James Jean’s representation, the Succubus lures monks with her unearthly charms. When they succumb she is free to ravish their pious bodies and tarnish them with her sinful fluids until finally placing on their trembling lips the kiss of death.


Succubus. Ink & Acrylic on Paper, 15 x 16", 2006.

I don't believe anyone has ever wondered whether or not she had a choice. Perhaps driven by a force greater than she, her actions, uncontrolled, punish her own tortured being.

Aged

Mother used to work in the antiquing business. We owned a store up in Sainte-Adele, right on the 117 highway. It wasn’t that many years ago, yet it feels as though a lifetime has gone by since then. The first job I ever had was working for her. She taught me how to restore old furniture, strip them bare and repaint them using special aging techniques so they wouldn’t lose their charm. We even made custom reproductions. After a year of working under her supervision, I could make a desk that wasn’t even a couple days old look like it had been through a couple of centuries. Selling the store was sad. The up side was that I was able to keep any piece I wanted for my home.

In order to age wood without the wait, all you have to do is beat it to a pulp and smear it with dirt, sand, grass, etc. Of course there are many other techniques, but I am not one to divulge secrets.

People are not much different.

Take drug abusers for instance. Ever see a twenty-something heroin addict? You wouldn’t give her twenty-something. Of course, by beating the crap out of your body, what did you expect? Sorry angel face – can’t call you that no more.

So what happens when all the blows one gets are on the inside?

Those wounds are not visible and there’s no way she’ll tell you about them. She needs to keep pedaling and focus on what’s ahead, if not she’ll crash. She has had it with crashing. Her body has long ago failed to keep up with her mind, she feels old. She is weary. How long before her mind passes, leaving her body empty and inert? Till that time comes she’ll walk on, hunched over from the weight of her emotional baggage.

Inseparable

First things first: I need to thank Jay and Becky for being so amazing and putting this bike together for me. Ever since I took her out for a test run last night, we’ve been inseparable and she’s all I can think of. I’ve never experienced a smoother ride. She literally feels like an extension of my body.

Jay’s website is really worth checking out - http://www.wearevillains.com/

I now have a new passion for buying bike parts. Next on my list: an Aerospoke. Becky, I'm looking at you!

Last but not least I found the perfect representation of my summer plans…



Lookout!

Sometimes I Don’t Take the Shots

Fanny Scott is an ambitious, young, talented aspiring photographer. Working with her was a blast. Future collaborations between the both of us are already in the works.

These were part of a collaboration she did with her colleague Samuel Pasquier and that I was happy to awkwardly model for (hey, it's been a while).

First One of the Season

Just tore a really good pair of jeans.

According to the forecast, this summer will be rough - the good kind...