Showing posts with label sdtw photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sdtw photography. Show all posts

Saturday, September 10, 2011

SDTW Photography Part 4

Another installment of stupid shit I flick with my phone.


One of the 10 days a year we get sun in Seattle.


Shout out to the 20 people that shouted "You missed a spot" while doing this wall. You all are fucking HILARIOUS.


Trying to be artsy urban photos? Oh we got those plehbwoyyyyy.


Jurne a.k.a the 321st element of hip hop would have finished his piece faster if he wasn't so busy trying to get us all to "cypher" over his beat box.


This is what I feel like when I smoke dust blunts.


Biking to the grocery store to get hotdogs a.k.a Summer Shit


The homie has a real shitty view from his patio. I mean look at that fucking eye sore.


Check out the chillest spud on the block. Dude is posted like a thumb tack giving negative two shits about anything.


R. Crumb drawings are great. Looking like R. Crumb? Not so great.


Bridge burning.


BTM/At Large did one of those head turner spots. You really can't tell, but the shit is humongous.


The Great One? The fucking Great One? Fuck you Wayne. Fuck you and your whole shit.


I almost fell in love in the court house with this fine Juggalette Loca. Props to her for scoring the powder blue Dickies. You gotta search extra hard for those ones.


Proving once again being good at digital photography means NOTHING.


What we have here is a very complex logo going on. Bad Boy Club Meets Punk Flyer Meets Bail Bonds Company. They we're giving out free key lanyards that said Bay Boy Bail Bonds 1-800-BAIL-OUT. That my friends is branding at it's finest.


It's hard to tell because my sista here was quite chocolaty, but ma's butt cheeks was sticking out half of her shorts.


I told Mike that he needed to wear SPF 420 if he didn't want to burn, but if you know Mike then you know he's always down to burn.


Whatchyu know about that fire pole exit in the design studio mezzanine? Ya you don't know bout that life.


How did such a terrible band have such an awesome t shirt?


I don't really think you know the struggles this dude is going through. I mean he has the Juicy Couture decal covering the whole back tint window of his murdered out flat black Audi. Dude is basically putting the city on his back.

Monday, July 25, 2011

SDTW Photography Part 3

Here's another dump of photos through the eyes of your truly.

Enjoy.



Came across an o.g copy of "Banned In The U.S.A" I wish black people still dressed like this instead of like THIS


I think we've taken the Juggalo jokes a bit too far. I mean I have purchased about 7 Faygos in 2011 alone.


Poodle x Maltise collab a.k.a Lucy.


I shot this with my fucking phone. No photoshop necessary. So the next person that tells me that they are a really "good" photographer can kiss the fattest part of my ass. Shit's like claiming you are "good" at breathing.


Is this a dude or a chick? The six pack says dude, but that ass with those dukes on says chick.


Here is what happens to 90% of all people who get "straight edge" tattoos. They end up taking bong loads to the face and relieving their cotton mouth with the king of beers.


Murika.


I hate bumperstickers, but I support this times infinity.


Oh you out here plehboy? Ya you are. Stunting in your violet colored Civic.


Forbidden love.


Locked in the freezer? That's a whoopin.


I swear on Bernie Mac's grave that fat bitches are the ONLY bitches that rock those lil ass backpacks. Clearly the ENTIRE concept of proportions has escaped them.


Bros.


Giraffe paint lookin ass'.


I want to start a side site called "Dope Napz". This dude was my muse for that brilliant idea.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

SDTW Photography Part 2

Here's another a phone pic dump of life through my eyes. Instead of leaving you retards to draw your own conclusions I will comment on each photo to give you a bit of perspective.


Waiting for the Fremont bridge whilst riding my bike.


This was from a ride with none other than the Prince Of Ballard we peddled over to Alki beach on a sunny day and shit was like a mix of Atlanta, Pacific Beach and Renton all rolled into one. The people watching was ridiculous. I almost wrecked twice just straight gawking at rollerblading spirit warriors.


Caught this fool slippin. Who the fuck is going to steal your wrongboard homie? Cause I'm pretty sure that dude from Sublime is dead. No one is gonna steal that shit player. Fucking Adam Sandler wouldn't even steal that shit.


I was gonna save this one for a SDTW "My People" post but decided to throw it in the pile. Why do white people think professing their love for Wu Tang is going to get them street cred coupons?


The view while I was waiting for court. I finally got my shit dismissed. Shout outs to all the readers that have to deal with that bullshit. Real talk x's infinity.


I think Jamie just looks like a creep here, but he's got super nice pit bull puppies for sale. I'd buy one, but I'm not trying to get my Estevan Oriol photo t shirt on.


I don't know why I take pictures of flash. I am not a tattoo artist. I am not going to be one and I have ZERO use for flash, but whatever.


This happened the other day. No big deal.


Pulled pork sandwiches are what makes Murika so fuckin' Murika. Got this at Pico's BBQ in the SODO. Shit was sloppy, but delicious.


My homie Jake is going to give Lush a run for his money.


Left ankle jump off. I'm not even sure what this is from but I put it on my leg none the less.


Disappointed when I saw it was not Pretty Tony in the box.


Some one should paint this dude.