City chickens
This is a self-portrait of me being depressed and/or having terrible posture. Painted while I was in Boston, so it’s likely that I was depressed. Acrylic on cardboard
hey blameaspartame
A few days ago I posted a Gary Numan / NIN video that had a Trent tambourine break that I was freaking out about. It you’re looking for gif material, maybe you could gif that particular pan-and-zoom-and-sweat? I would freak with gratitude.
hey post the link or whatever and I’ll do it tonight or tomorrow or the day after!!!
http://channingkennedy.com/post/425729344/japanesesuperhero
don’t just skip to the good part. set it to hi-def, let the whole thing load, full-screen, turn the volume up on headphones, late at night, slow your breathing… let the magic fall over you… the tambourine bicep sweat face mouth sideburns crashes over you like waves
hey blameaspartame
A few days ago I posted a Gary Numan / NIN video that had a Trent tambourine break that I was freaking out about. It you’re looking for gif material, maybe you could gif that particular pan-and-zoom-and-sweat? I would freak with gratitude.
![Dear James Harvey, I love you
not in the way that your family thinks, but still
[this again]](http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyy7y9uqSR1qzli5yo1_500.png)
You Can Be a Pillow Pal! (2009)
Join the Pillow and Pillow fan club today! Email palsofpillows at gmail.com for more information. And you should write something about wanting more information about the fan club in your e-mail so I can tell you’re not a spammer. Fan club membership is currently free and includes cool occasional fan club e-newsletters and other stuff mentioned in the video.
SERIOUSLY YOU SHOULD DO THIS
also, this video features me in a funny hat!
“2009, Emily Alden Foster and Channing Kennedy
Video for the 2009 True/False Film Festival @ction Party. When we were asked to make this video we knew it would either get lost and not be played, the projector would be missing a cable, or it would be projected through 15 layers of cut up clear trash bags upside down and backwards onto the floor. And we thought the “idea book” that was sent to us was exploitative/not especially inspiring/featured the same ideas as the 2007 T/F “tribal rave” party. So we made this video poking fun at the party planners and their idea book, and it was played through the garbage bags and no one saw it until it was posted on the internet. Directing and Casio mashing by Emily. Editing by Channing.”
actual film photography!
Nikonos II, March 2010 on Flickr
Ever since I took that cameraphone photo of the kid protesters, in which their signs are rendered completely illegible by the shittiness of said cameraphone, I’ve been more srsly wanting to get a film camera — despite having never used a nice one. I spent a couple of bored mornings looking at Leicas on Craigslist before Emily pointed out that we never actually sold the cameras that came with my dad’s stuff two years ago. We dug them out and spent a thrillingly nerdy evening on the internet looking at blotchy pdf scans of instruction manuals.
This morning we went to the camera store, got a quickie cleaning and lesson and some canisters of film, and headed into the world. We went to the cemetery because we’re goth.
These were all shot with the camera I was using, the 1968 Nikon Nikonos II. It’s waterproof and weighs about half a payphone, and was apparently the must-have surf camera back in the day. It comes apart by taking off the lens (which has f-stop and focal distance numbers in helpful large print right on its face), and then popping the whole top off and the guts with it. It even managed to forgive me, mostly, for popping out the finished roll after not actually rewinding any of it. And these pictures look great! Much better than my LG Rumor (if you can imagine such a thing).
The roll Emily shot with the 70-year-old Argus A “didn’t turn out,” according to Walgreen’s. Mysterious! But it’s a mysterious camera, very tight-lipped about its working process, and for some reason we didn’t take the negatives anyway to examine for clues. Further experimentation is merited. There was also a gigantic accordion-style Polaroid that stayed in the bag. God only knows what kind of film that huge fucker takes.
My dad was a professional photojournalist for many years. In my adult life, I’ve felt myself to be something of a terrible photographer, and have sought to come to terms with my sullying of his legacy in such a manner (i.e. the manner of failing to genetically inherit his B.A.). He’s still around, so I don’t know why I feel responsible for his legacy in the first place, but you know. Today’s trek into film photography was thusly pretty great because it was A. fun and B. such a challenging crapshoot to get a photograph, period, that any moanings for ‘good’ photographs were cheerily rescheduled to a later and still-hypothetical skill level.
