another round of drinking and photos... this was one of those nights that sort of blurred together towards the end... really fun, though, and I woke up in time to head off the hangover with water. Protip: Water works best before you actually feel the hangover. If you already have a headache, you're going to suffer more.
Anyway, I rode my bike to get down there, 20 miles in 2.3 hours... terrible time, I know, but I did it, and that's the important part. There was a lot of terror and panic, and anger at everything with four wheels, but it's all part of the show at this point. I've just got to recondition myself, and that's going to take time. How long before I can ride ten miles in half an hour again? I don't know, probably a while. How long before I don't flinch every time a car passes is more important, and hopefully that'll be sooner. Pain and fatigue I can deal with, fear is harder.
Less seriously, though, the night was a blast. 2 hours of bike riding to get to 6 hours of party=8 good hours. For example:
Fabulous shoes.
B-Bell in classic black and white.
Birthday Girl Shelby. Peep that bling.
An infinity of bromance? No, I actually think they were headbutting or something. I did mention that things were blurry for me at the end of the night, right?
Traci and Casey, now roommates and rhyme-mates.
Incidentally, this is the same guy (mario, I think) who had the shoes. Makes me wonder: Are they clown shoes?
Shelby and Cody, and the damn taco bell cup I was sorely tempted to clone out. 
LOLWAT?
Anyway, I've got a bike to ride and pictures that won't take themselves.
Posted by Matt on 2009-07-13 00:00:00 +0000
Sometimes all you have to do is get out there and push the button. When there are doubts, when the haters are getting to you, when you worry that you're past prime, never going to amount to anything, that's when you've gotta go out and make pictures. Prime the pump, get those psychomotor cues going. Creating something is the best solution to get out of a funk; there are precious few things better than an unexpectedly good picture. I wasn't expecting much out of these, but I really like 'em.
Fuck I'm verbose today. Wrote my intro for the OKCITY book too. Might do a limited run(10-20), and publish a pdf for free.
this is what happens when you double tap long exposures- more often than not one or the other will be good. for this one, the second frame was really blurry.
i tried this in black and white, but his eyes really make the picture. I don't think I had a good portrait of him before this either, so it's doubly good.
This was going to be titled "the fight," but I don't know if it comes through.
Another eye picture.
Posted by Matt on 2009-07-10 00:00:00 +0000
The 4th was a good night; I ended up sort of all over the place, first riding my bike to a party right on the river in Tulsa, and then catching a ride out to the sticks for a huge bash in a field (this being the 4th, and it being oklahoma, nobody's day is complete without going out into the middle of nowhere and Blowing Shit Up).
We get there and there's a $10 cover per head. Then we stand in line for beer for half an hour for 3.2 bud light. Then, just as I'm tweeting about how a fight would be a nice mood lifter, it starts to rain. So, the people who have tents run for them, and the people who don't run for their cars. I'm not lying when I say that I probably had a better time sitting in that car listening to music and talking than I would have getting obliterated and setting fire to the whole party.
Then we bailed and headed back to Tim's apartment, where everybody just crashed. Which meant that my bike was across downtown from me when I woke up in the morning, so of course, I went to get it. I didn't
have to walk, I could have waited for a ride to pick it up, but the walk appealed to me. And then there were photos:
Posted by Matt on 2009-07-09 00:00:00 +0000
