photograph wasn't to create a visual record of events
so much as to keep us from taking ourselves too
seriously. I believe this applies to us as a species as
well as individuals.
Point in case; That's me over there (right) sporting
hi-top Brooks and jeans that I couldn't get into without
heavy tools now, standing beside a car that I don't
actually own, and sporting a freakin' fuzzy mullet. The
absolute height of fashion in 1987.
photograph has also made it impossible
for us to ignore the changes that have
taken place with the passage of time.
The same technology that has allowed us
to see ourselves as we were at some
previous point in time has at the same
time stripped away the subjective
perspective that allows us to be oblivious
to the daily changes in the mirror.
previous selves with the incredulous
disbelief that we were ever actually that
young.
Presumably, it only gets worse.
With this morbid reflection I present a small
collection of photographs that represent
snippets of my existence to date.
(Below Right) A failed business attempt in 1994.
(Below) 1996.
trademark ponytail and ciggy. 1997.
(Above) Revenge of the Nerds?
someone else's ride. 2000.
(Below Right) Well, at least I own this one.
(Right) Taking hillbilly style to the max later
that year.
(Left) I've never been particularly shy. At the
Cadillac Lounge 2001.
friend and boss, Stephen
Wilson. 2002.
Challenging god to a
fair fight and holding my
own.
cars, 2 trucks, 3 motorcycles, and 2
haircuts since I was photographed
standing beside somebody else's
Lamborghini.
decade of being here is approaching at the
unrelenting rate of one second per second. Fuck it.
Still marching to my own drummer and doing just fine
thank you.
2007. Much to the downright horror of my "Hank Hill" boss...
Manic Panic streakage to compliment my nose ring.
