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So, what’re you reading?
This appeals to my sense of the absurd. Instead of taking an AI and training it to turn photographs into converted images “in the style of” some training set, what if we plug the pipeline in backwards?
All my life I’ve been embarrassingly lucky. Ever since I did such a fantastic job of picking my parents, I just seem to stumble into the things I need when I need them. I don’t kid myself that it’s anything to do with skill or merit but I’ll take it. Some of you may hate me by the end of this posting, but I’ll try to make it up to you.
I found a source a while back for phrygian caps. [etsy]
Friday I finished pulling down the drop ceiling over at the studio.
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A few years ago I was on a subway in New York (museuming!) and there was a guy there who was wearing hunting camouflage from head to toe. Unfortunately, I didn’t think he was being ironic; he wasn’t going against cultural norms, in fact he appeared to be trying to stereotype “game hunter” toxic masculinity. But, the image stuck in my mind. I can’t find the picture I shot with my phone, so you’ll have to imagine a gooner standing in a subway car full of New Yorkers, dressed like a mighty white hunter.
Commentariat member Raucous Indignation complained that this blog’s focus on tactical stuff is skewing his ad AI so badly that he’s getting ads for CIA khakis. [stderr]
Warning: blurred nudity
Caine posted a link to some absolutely gorgeous and inspiring elizabethan-style costume photography, [affinity] it reminded me of some stuff I did last year.
This is a shot I took out of a moving car, back in 2008.
For the last year or so, I have been telling my friend Anna about the greatness that is the crab cakes at the Prime Rib restaurant in Baltimore. So, finally, we planned a weekend involving some touristing, museuming, crabcake eating, and hanging out with mom and dad. The crabcakes were (as usual) all they were cracked up to be.