When I was in college, I shot a bunch of photos of my then 8 year-old sister, pointing a gun in a eerie Charlie’s Angels sexy way. I printed the resulting image and it never ceases to get comments from people who are kind of confused as to how they should be feeling. I shot that image with a Rollieflex medium format, which wasn’t mine, so now I need a digi SLR, and I’m going to make a series inspired by the original flick. Here’s a warm-up. Don’t hurt your neck on the video, sorry!

I swear to Yahweh, it’s a new trend… The self-hating/loving Jewish tattoo.  “Fuck you mom, I don’t care that you’ll never speak to me again or that I can’t be buried in a stupid cemetery with Grandpa Saul, desecration tattoos are what’s hot now.”  Issues?

This is not the right image to begin this series with since it does not fit the criteria of what this series has been described as. A) It’s technically a toilet, not a chair and B) it’s far from discarded, but instead housed in a palace in Udaipur, India. Still though, it’s worthy of your attention. The King, his name is blanking, but I’ll come back to it was crippled. He had an ill toilet made for his comfort however. Amazing, since llike 90% of the people in this country are impoverished, or at least it seems that way. Glad you could shit in comfort, King.

Contrary to the type of image that Heineken is attempting to associate themselves with, our friend here is neither “premium” or “light,” he does however belong to a fraternity that fashions themselves as Free Masons and proponents of a new Illuminati/New World Order.  I’m not going to even try to decypher the cryptic bullshit non sensical meaning that encompasses his whole back… I just hope this dude is married or settled down, because I can’t imagine a girl/guy taking our guy’s shirt off and just rolling with this tat.  “Don’t worry sweetie, the world isn’t going up in flames, and “the man” doesn’t have one eye open on you or anything… it’s just an inside joke with me and some of my homeboys.”