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Jordan Snider

Jordan Snider

Wednesday, 30 April 2008

So mom was out of town, and we decided the pool needed a facelift. Dig the new look? Okay, we actually have no idea where this awesome pool is, but we do know who took the photo: Jordan Snider. Snider is a photographer with an eye for graffiti, and knows how to make even the lamest of tags look halfway decent. Snider’s photographic interests don’t end at graffiti though. She covers the whole gamut: from fashion to products, portraits to action shots. Aside from the graffiti section, we may like her black and white silver gelatin section the most. Make sure to check it out at JordanSnider.com.

Banksy Gets Buffed

Banksy Gets Buffed

Thursday, 01 May 2008

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but we still think some folks will never be able to appreciate true talent. Well, at least when it’s spray painted on the side of their buildings. Yes, some of Banksy’s Los Angeles street art is being painted over as we speak. We understand not everyone can appreciate the dopeness that is Banksy, but we can’t help but chuckle to ourselves about the irony of the situation. What building owners see as an eyesore are really the fruits of labor from a legend whose work sells for more than their whole building is probably worth. Suckas.

from Juxtapoz MAG

The Fragile Moment.

Not that I'm hunger for touch.
But to be without it,
Could we enjoy life so much?

I lay eyes and lingered.
On all that made up you.

Humanly simple beauty,
Of nothing purer than ordinary.

You could still be a stranger.
But I could know you by touch.
The fragile moment of slow and rush.

My first memory of....

My first memory of primary school was me running around with other kids in the playground at lunch time break. I don't remember why, but some how I knew right then that I'm different. Something told me I didn't belong. Maybe, it was because I didn't understand at all why they did things they did or why they don't do things they don't.

My parents were different too. They are not the type of people who managed to hold on to friends.
My biggest ambition has always been to fit it and to have a huge group of friends.
I remember trying so hard.
I still have no friends.
Actually I could say I have no one.
or that I have none.

Countless times, I ask myself why. "Why?" Why should I be the odd one?

POP ART RESIN

Crippled smile

I fell to the deepest, darkest silence.
Disturbing silence.

Reached out to nothing.
I kept sinking.

Silence tears from my dry eyes,
I became deaf.
You became blind.

You burned life by the pitch of your voice.
Dead silence.
Souls, crippled.

In my silence, I screamed and shouted.
I wet my eyes.
I cried, I cried,
But you were blind.