Notes to Self got a mention on Rocketboom this morning.
They get some outrageously enormously massively large (i’m running out of apropos adjectives, but you get the idea) amount of daily traffic (something like 130,000 views? What the?) so it looks like my “little project I just started a week ago” is going better than expected. Or perhaps EXACTLY as expected. Mwahahaha.
Thanks, Amanda and crew!
Beards. Fun. Surreal. 2nd hand nicotine-mouth. Beards. Pictures. Fun. White shoes. Bizarre. Ferry-boat captain. Beards. Gold Rush. Latent homo-eroticism. Colorado Bulldogs. Harry Caray. Inspiring. Creative. Surreal. Wonderful. Tired. Recovery. 2007!
You can catch up with some of my photos and Polaroids on Flickr.
I’m also a big fan of David Bean’s photos of this weekend, because they’re so very good, and Ryan Hale’s photos of this weekend, because they’re so very not good. And by “not good” I actually mean “amazing because most of them are taken with people by surprise” like so or whole-heartedly disturbing like so (where he looks like a midget.)
Great times!
Last night was probably one of the single weirdest, most slightly awkward, enjoyable, photography-filled evenings I have ever experienced.
Meeting people from the internet is always a bit odd, but meeting 100 people from the internet… at once… after you’ve spent 4 months staring at pictures of them growing beards and generally being completely wonderfully (strangely) creative… well that’s just downright surreal.
But fun.
I stayed out way past my bedtime. I’m a wild man.
