I apologize for my absenteeism lately, I've been busy doing stuff.
How has everyone been?
That's great!!!
I don't give a shit.
Moving on to business. About five months ago I started working at a little place called Steak-n-Shake. I've made many fucking amazing friends since I started working, and one of them is none other than the ever so adorable SuperKim.
Kim and I have similar interests when it comes to art and photography and we came to the conclusion that we absolutely had to have a photo shoot. We chose the infamous Wall in downtown St. Louis to have the shoot. For those who are unaware, The Wall in a 3-mile long graffiti covered flood wall in the old warehouse district of St. Louie. It's truly a spectacle for the eyes, miles of beautiful and unique graffiti art, left by thousands of different people. To myself and Kim it's awe inspiring, however if graffiti art isn't your thing, you'd probably be bored. I think it's fucking awesome though.
After finishing up at the wall, we decided to head down towards some old abandoned buildings to get some cool shots of other a few other graffiti hot spots.
Here is where the story gets interesting.
We didn't have any weapons, and strong men with us, so going into the ghetto was an overall bad idea. But we went with it regardless. When we found what seemed to be a safe parking area we decided to look around my car for any sort of weapon we could use in case some hobos came after us.
We looked and looked and looked, but we couldn't find anything, except an umbrella.
It wasn't a gun, but it would do.
We got out of the car and started walking towards on of the more awesome looking buildings. On the way towards this building we saw what appeared to be some random homeless person siting watching one of the warehouses. We panicked, and decided to go around to the back entrance. We managed to get about ten feet from the back of the building until we heard a voice say excuse me!!!
My heart jumped out of my chest and forty feet into the air.
The very first thing that crossed my mind was, here we are, two jews and an umbrella. One is dressed like a biker chick hooker, the other like a crazed lesbian, how are we going to explain this to the cops?
Thankfully, god hasn't completely disowned me and we quickly came to discover that the man was none other than a security guard. Unfortunately we were unable to shoot at that location, but we didn't get stabbed by any crazed hobo's with old coke bottles.
If you would like to check out how the shoot went you can see everything here
Sweet dreams people, I'm off to play rockband into the early hours of the morning because thankfully, for the first time in six days I don't have to work!!!
