Dogs. Did you know they play poker? They're good because, let's face it. Dogs are liars. Not as bad as cats but that doesn't matter because eveyone know cats can't play poker. They are animals. Dogs are like people. Just ask a dog owner, they'll tell you. But they won't tell you how they lost their shirt in a card game with the pooch. No they won't.
This little beauty of a picture was commissioned by Carolyn Perot at Mother Jones for a story on how fat cat Sheldon Adelson is screwing the pooch. That would be a much more repulsive yet entertaining picture.
Here are some variations on the Trump theme. To me Trump embodies the ugly American so many of us don't see in ourselves, yet is obvious to those looking in from the outside. The only thing that's more frightening than the idea of Trump somehow becoming President of the United States is the possibility that someone, anyone I know would vote for him. If you are so inclined, please don't tell me.
Here's a fun job I did for Kory Kennedy at Revolver magazine. The distinguished subjects of this sophisticated portrait are Corey Taylor (Related to James? Perhaps.), who croons for the band Slipknot, and Randy Blythe, whose melodious musings can be heard with the band Lamb of God.
These gentlemen are, apparently, helping to PREPARE US FOR HELL by bursting forth with microphone melting sermons from down low. When I get to Hell I'll be sure to tell them you all said hello.
I have a show up currently at the Thayer Gallery in Braintree MA. The opening (actually a middle-ing since the show was open two weeks prior) was last Saturday night and all sorts of great people were kind enough to attend. Here is photographic proof, an alibi if you will.
The calm before the storm.
Scott Bakal, Me, Victor Juhasz
Tom Luft, The Lovely Julia Luft, Hall O' Famer Satch (The Satch) Sanders
The back of a gentleman's noggin with Skip James staring him down. John Lee Hooker looks ready to get Skip's back should the troubles present themselves.
Rob Dunleavey explaining to Theresa Seelye that this is probably not quite art. Still.
Casey Tebo, film director and Aerosmith videographer, his massively talented photographer wife Melissa Mahoney, and Victim advocate/kick ass attorney Wendy Murphy all amused by something amusing.
Fox 25 anchor Mark Ockerbloom and the wonderful Sheila Peterson.
I've wanted Carlos Arredondo, Boston Marathon hero, and Victor Juhasz to meet for a long time, simply because they share a deep humanity that I can only begin to understand. Each has gone the extra mile in his own way.
Tim O'Brien made the trip all the way from Brooklyn. I was very touched by that. It's hard just to get me out of the house. I saw Tim looking closely at the stuff on the walls at one point and I had to turn away.
Bob Pastore showed up! I think he sold Louisa Bertman a double spread in next year's Workbook.
My mother, Virginia Sanders and my high school sweetheart, who I still have a crush on.
It was a fun night, with the real stars of the show being the incredibly accomplished array of people who chose to come out on a cold drizzly Saturday night in December. Thanks everyone!