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  • Angela again! (And Taylor, who is a sweetheart, also.)
I’m actually functionally incapable of not taking pictures of people if they’re around.

    Angela again! (And Taylor, who is a sweetheart, also.)

    I’m actually functionally incapable of not taking pictures of people if they’re around.

  • Angela is really pretty, you guys! And she has a blog!

    Angela is really pretty, you guys! And she has a blog!

  • My friend Angela on Toronto’s Nuit Blanche 2013, at the aptly named lightbridge by Urban Visuals.

    My friend Angela on Toronto’s Nuit Blanche 2013, at the aptly named lightbridge by Urban Visuals.

  • Today is Frankih Posts Photos on the Internet Day!

    So here’s one I shot earlier today in my front yard - once in colour and once in black and white. I can’t decide which I like best, so it’s for you (yes YOU) to decide. I will shortly be crawling out in the grass on my belly to get some more photos, this time on film.

    I have some rolls to get developed already, but life has calmed itself so I should be able to finally do that. It’s pretty great. Yeah guys, life and stuff!

  • So I’ve actually been doing some event photography for Yelp the past couple months, with more events booked in the future. These shots are from Smash Kitchen & Bar, a local restaurant - Steam Whistle (a local brewery) was one of the sponsors, as was Rockway wine. It was pretty fun! 

    The shots are of pizza (obviously it’s pizza; it was cooked up by Smash), the restaurant table settings, and the Yelp signage, which are all things the gig covers shooting.

  • Today, I made soup! Here’s a shot from the pot; I’ll be posting a recipe somewhere online soon.

    Today, I made soup! Here’s a shot from the pot; I’ll be posting a recipe somewhere online soon.

  • some photos from the weekend.

    on top, delicious, delicious cookies baked by the lovely angela;. and below, my roommate mark, looking vaguely skeptical. (he does that sometimes.)

  • So you may be wondering, “Wow, Frankih, you friggin posted something? Why now, you lazy jerk?”
And there’s really no answer to that. I’ve been pretty badly creatively blocked for about a year now. Maybe a little longer than that. And I guess today it just sort of hit me that the only way to deal with that was to start creating things again, no matter how badly they sucked. (I mean, I knew this as a theory. Deciding to put theory into practice was a whole new revelation.)
Is this a new photo? No. This is from New York City, when I was last there in 2011. It’s not a great photo, particularly. It’s not a great scan. The photo is, however, part of the small collection that forms a “headboard” on my bed. The collection is all of pictures I took when I felt such overwhelming love for the universe. I can also recall, while taking a lot of the photographs, a feeling of nearly-infinite potential. The photos are also quite old - from two years old in the most recent ones to about six years old in others.
The world can drag me down sometimes. I doubt what I can do, I doubt who I am, I doubt what I want. Some days, I crawl into bed and cry. Other days, I don’t get out of bed at all. I’m not alone in that.
And I don’t think I’m alone in deciding that I am not going to let the world beat me, either.
I don’t know how much of that made sense. The final point is this: I’m very tired of judging myself for not getting out of my pyjamas when I don’t have to. I’m very tired of worrying so much about the finished product that I hardly pick up a camera or pen.
So I’m just going to fucking do it already. I will add to the makeshift headboard, and I will stop living so much in the past.

    So you may be wondering, “Wow, Frankih, you friggin posted something? Why now, you lazy jerk?”

    And there’s really no answer to that. I’ve been pretty badly creatively blocked for about a year now. Maybe a little longer than that. And I guess today it just sort of hit me that the only way to deal with that was to start creating things again, no matter how badly they sucked. (I mean, I knew this as a theory. Deciding to put theory into practice was a whole new revelation.)

    Is this a new photo? No. This is from New York City, when I was last there in 2011. It’s not a great photo, particularly. It’s not a great scan. The photo is, however, part of the small collection that forms a “headboard” on my bed. The collection is all of pictures I took when I felt such overwhelming love for the universe. I can also recall, while taking a lot of the photographs, a feeling of nearly-infinite potential. The photos are also quite old - from two years old in the most recent ones to about six years old in others.

    The world can drag me down sometimes. I doubt what I can do, I doubt who I am, I doubt what I want. Some days, I crawl into bed and cry. Other days, I don’t get out of bed at all. I’m not alone in that.

    And I don’t think I’m alone in deciding that I am not going to let the world beat me, either.

    I don’t know how much of that made sense. The final point is this: I’m very tired of judging myself for not getting out of my pyjamas when I don’t have to. I’m very tired of worrying so much about the finished product that I hardly pick up a camera or pen.

    So I’m just going to fucking do it already. I will add to the makeshift headboard, and I will stop living so much in the past.

  • OH HEY, what’s this? Is it a photo? Yes it is. I took this on Rue St. Denis in Montreal last month - I plan to go back to Montreal really soon. I love it there, I love the atmosphere, and to be honest, I am a little sick of this town. Apparently, however, there was a smudge on my lens the whole trip, so please ignore that highly objectionable part of the image. I just figured it’d be good to get something out there.

    OH HEY, what’s this? Is it a photo? Yes it is. I took this on Rue St. Denis in Montreal last month - I plan to go back to Montreal really soon. I love it there, I love the atmosphere, and to be honest, I am a little sick of this town. Apparently, however, there was a smudge on my lens the whole trip, so please ignore that highly objectionable part of the image. I just figured it’d be good to get something out there.

  • HEY EVERYONE!

    SO. As of tonight, I’m involved in a new project, and it’s called Music Rehab.
    Some of you might know my best friend, Jesse - she was a frequent subject of photographs in the daily postcard project. Unfortunately, this best of my friends has developed an addiction to dubstep! Crazy effin times, man! So Music Rehab is designed to help her out. Every day, I’m going to assign her an album to listen to. And she’s gonna do it, and she’s gonna make a post with her (time-stamped) experience of that album. There are, of course, rules. They’re explained on the blog itself.
    So why am I posting this here, you might ask? Well, Music Rehab, plain and simply, needs a layout. We’re really shit with technical stuff, as good as we are at getting drunk and making fun of each other’s taste. BUT, if you do design us a layout we like, there are PRIZES, and who doesn’t like winning stuff?
    So basically, if you set up a dummy blog and can provide us with something we like - and seriously, we’re not fancy ladies, we’re just drunk assholes - you win three albums of your choice getting blogged about (in the alphabetical order that comes up naturally in Music Rehab). You also win a print from me! Hooray! You can pick from any of the photos in my online store or if you’d like something else, you can feel free to browse all through here for something else that’s more to your liking! I’ll mail you an 8x10 print of whatever you want. You’ll probably even get a letter and a teabag.
    So if you like drunk queer girls, music, and/or hilarity, please follow us at Music Rehab. And consider our contest. You’re probably better at this shit than us.
    xo Frankih