Disposable: Alex Papke
Hotel mirror selfie for good measure.
I like looking at photos taken by Alex Papke.
I like looking at photos taken by Alex Papke almost as much as I like texting Alex Papke. I like to text Alex Papke photos of my spread butt cheeks. Then he sends me a photo of him as an obese person. I like those photos. I make them my phone wallpaper. I recently texted Alex Papke asking if he’d shoot a disposable camera for us, to which he said no, but he’d shoot a roll in his nice expensive camera for us. Fair enough.
I texted him that the point was to get his photographic perspective in a more casual way - to get a sense of his style, and inevitably, to flex a little bit. ‘The point [for us],’ I said, ‘is just to be like ‘this is what this person sees and does’’. ‘The point for you,’ I also said, ‘is to be like ‘My life be like oooooahhhh ooah’’, and boy is it. The man cannot stop boarding planes. His life be like that. This was also a scheme to see a bit more of Colby, my third favorite dog in the entire world. Unforunately I only got one photo of Colby out of this, but I also got a photo of Austyn smizing, so I think I broke even.
Pleasantly surprised to get a hand check at Heathrow.
8AM - very important business meetings with Austyn.
Back home for 36 hours to shoot a blurry photo of Colby (if you haven’t listened to his MC playlist yet your blowing it).
Another day, another TSA agent.
A whole lotta trees up here in Portland.
Cy learned how to ride a bike right before his fourth birthday party.
I wish Silas was at my fourth birthday party.
Bobs really good at switch tre’s and birthday presents.
No notes for Kevin.
Okay going back home now.
Just in time for a glass of wine with Olivia.