Wednesday, March 27, 2013
I’ve been a bit overwhelmed with trying to be thematic with these, and how much to break them up into separate posts. And now I’ve many that I feel doubtful about in terms of whether they are strong but flesh out the idea of Venice a bit. I think I will mostly just dump them but if I have something to say I will.
This is the prison part of the Doge Palace. Somewhere in here Cassanova was held. The picture below is one of the doors to the jails also, which was really depressing to be in.
And this is in there somewhere, it’s sad to walk through any sort of prison I guess.
And here are images of more happy places and people.
I really like these next few.
And I love this one.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Underline on good.
Posted by Amber Sexton
on 03/20 at 02:27 PM
Monday, March 18, 2013
So first I saw this, no really click through and watch the video of women with degrees and important careers openly mourning two boys who premeditatedly raped their classmate because she broke up with their friend:
And I was all:
Then I saw Fox had not censored the name of the victim and I was all:
It could have been merely a sloppy accident, but really it’s the kind of mess you get when you seriously don’t care about how the victim is run through your particular sausage maker. Because your organization is not thinking of how to sensitively treat a story like this in the first place. There is no manual, no set of best practices when you do not care about the outcome for the victim of the crime. If crimes are just salacious grist for the mill of your 24 hour news cycle, you don’t have any second thought that your neglect of the basic shielding, will make the life of a 16 year old crime victim, quite a bit more miserable. She’s already getting death threats and other teens from her school calling her a whore on Twitter. No I won’t link to any of that because I’d need more angry self portraits to put after.
Then I saw this, which did help:
Posted by Amber Sexton
on 03/18 at 11:49 PM
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Unlike most of my old friends, I didn’t go to Motor City when they made their great memories there years and years ago. For long time I wasn’t going out, didn’t drink and was in a relationship with someone who had vastly different taste than myself. I still don’t go that much because it’s a bit of a drag to get to and home from on a weeknight when a lot of my friends do go. But all that aside, when Jodi is your bartender it is awesome and I always have a great time when I do go. My dearest old pal Lynne was djing and I couldn’t not go to at least one of the parties for the end of this particular world. I got off the bus at the Williamsburg bridge and missed the first train to Manhattan.
When I got into the bar, Lynne Von Pang had just arrived dressed for the part, to the enth degree.
Lynne played so many amazing records, many that I knew first through her when I went to her apartment as a high school student, when she was in college. It was like she was taking psychic requests from my mind and just playing them for me. I would hear certain songs and say “This is being played for me” and then dance, even if I was the only one.
Alexandra AKA Mighty Aphrodite made these beautiful cupcakes, but the photo I took of her was too bad to use. Instead here’s a sort of compellingly bad pic of me and the awesome Marti Wilkerson, AKA Marti Domination
Then a whole lot of this happened, and I did tip the gorgeous Anna Copa Cabana
And then Jodi joined her on the bar.
I took a tremendous number of bad photos of my friends as I drank more which I will leave on facebook where they can un-tag themselves instead of perpetrating that here in public. But this pic of Lynne, David and Mary who call themselves Team Blackout is pretty funny.
I danced my ass off, and when my date arrived we made out like teenagers, before leaving my phone died and I missed my call to go to an appointment with a friend the next day. Anyway, as with so many other places that have closed in NYC there will be nothing to replace it and we will all have to be content with our memories. Motor City burned it up, and soon it will be gone.
Friday, March 08, 2013
I haven’t been posting these lately because I’ve processed some of the most boring pictures of Venice ever. I knew those were the breaks with this whole thing, that I would send the film and the check and sometimes end up with a lot of disappointment. This is a roll from Brooklyn a few years back and that’s my friend margaret at another friends birthday picnic in prospect park. I want to say it’s five years ago or more. Anyway she looks cool. Here’s another of her, less successful.
And same picnic, Joren and Dahlia eating chips. Not genius or anything.
I wish this photo had been better somehow but I’m still intrigued by it enough to go back and shoot. I love looking at the latin baseball league play in Red Hook. Plus the food carts are supposed to be awesome.
A nice lady at the Tour de Brooklyn oh so many years ago.
Anyway I’m not super thrilled with these, but they aren’t just un-postable like some of the rest.
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