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Stoner Lomography: Blazed and Blurred

I’ve gotten my paws on a couple of Diana cameras and love the trippy effects created by the cheapness of the toy camera.  These are a few taken while blazed/blazing.  Enjoy!

lighting up a spliff

blazed and blurry

blazed

stoner cooking

pugs on the street

thabata writing

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My Favorite Smoking Buddy

…would be my lovely friend Nina.  I took these shots on my roof a few weeks ago when it was still pretty frigidly cold.  I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am that winter is officially over.

nina 1

nina 2

nina 4nina 3

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A Jolly Bag of Green

girl holding bag of weed

My roommate snapped this photo one night while we were smoking (obviously), but it’s amusing how good of a photo it actually is because I had just been on a photo shoot as a hand model.  Yes, one of my many talents is holding things to be photographed.  Although I’m not so sure it should be called a ‘talent’ so much as a ‘fortuitous natural element that makes me some bucks from time to time’.

At any rate, I hope your Christmas if filled with much green, gushy goodness and red, blazed out eyes.  Happy Holidays, stoners!  Keep on toking.

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A Blunt in Coney Island

coney island - wonder wheel

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Yesterday afternoon I called up my dealer and friend to come bring me some of that Pineapple Express and we ended up taking a ride on his bike out to Coney Island with the intentions of smoking a blunt on the Wonder Wheel.  But alas, being the potheads we are, forgot a lighter.  We got off the anticlimactic ferris wheel feeling a bit foolish.  I would’ve at least like to have been scared by the height as I will normally take a roller coaster ride over sitting in that revolving death trap on any given day, but I was not.  The Wonder Wheel is not as tall as it seems.

We found a little smoke shop and a Spanish lady sold us a purple lighter with silhouetted palm trees.  Ironic as there are certainly no palm trees on the city beach that is Coney Island.  A syringe in the sand would’ve been more appropriate.  We found a rock to sit on by the water where it didn’t seem like anyone would bother us.  And no one did.  There were a couple of lifeguards close by, but if they noticed what we were doing, they didn’t care.  And so a late afternoon high was had and we watched the people on the beach and the sun going down behind the pier.

What it felt like were the dog days of summer.  That hot, sultry time of year.  The days when everything seems to slow down a little bit and life seems a little more relaxed and enjoyable.  But, as with the best of everything, they are fleeting and last for a very short time.  Of course, this makes them all the more beautiful.  In any case, better to bask in that hot August sun than worry about the setting of it.

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My Amsterdam, Part I: When Pigs Can Fly

smartshop in amsterdam

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I’ve been back from my travels to the motherland for a couple of weeks now. I wanted to blog while I was there. And then when I got back. But I couldn’t find anything to write! What’s that old adage? “What do you say about something you love?” Well, it applies here. Amsterdam is one of the most wonderful places I have ever been.

Flying Pig Uptown

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This photo was taken in the bar of the first hostel that I stayed at, the Flying Pig Uptown. This is the true live Neverland. The people that work here show up from some random country and just end up staying. They work at the hostel and live for free. I don’t think I met a single person inside of this hostel over the age of 25. Their lives amaze me.

The Real Cheshire Cat

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This was the house cat of the Piggies. It’s difficult to tell from the photo, but this cat is the largest cat I’ve ever seen. Though I’m not a cat person, I’d also say it’s the coolest cat. Ever. All he did was sit on a bar stool sipping drinks when no one was looking, or laying on one of these huge pillows stoned from all of the smoke fumes waiting for someone to come give him a rubdown. This cat seriously has the life.

flying pig uptown bar

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The people living and staying in this hostel were some of the most interesting people I’ve ever met. Even those who didn’t work there seemed to lead a transient life. The bar downstairs was the central location and I spent many hours sitting here very high and drunk. On this particular night I had eaten a space cake for dinner followed by many beers and joints. Needless to say, the bar always looked this blurry.

flying pig uptown

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I cannot for the life of me remember this dude’s name, so we’ll just call him California. We both arrived on the same day traveling alone. He was so comfortable here that he would walk around the hostel without shoes on — not very hygienic, buddy. He wrote a lot so that he wouldn’t forget all of the crazy stuff that happened. I preferred the “Let’s get shitfaced and NOT remember” route.

flying pig uptown

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This is Shauna from Scotland. She has been at the Pig for a year. Out of everyone I met and talked to, I probably had the best conversation with her. Though I couldn’t tell you a damn thing that we talked about, I walked (stumbled?) away with a very intellectually satisfied feeling. People definitely like to conversate in Amsterdam.

flying pig uptown

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Rule #5 is from Australia. I really like to make friends with bartenders. Mainly because they will chat with you and then leave you alone for awhile. Perfect company. He also knew how to roll a sick inside out joint with a finale of burning off the extra paper. My kinda guy.

flying pig uptown

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This one of my favorite photos from the trip. It captures the rapid conversations (from the motion blur) and intensity in which people listen (when they want to). This image is what it really felt like sitting in this bar. Everyone was there to make friends and have a good time. I think it’s a very unique thing to have so many laid-back and open-minded people in one room.

If ever you are in Amsterdam, I highly suggest staying at the Piggy. At least for a couple of days.  As much as I loved it there, after 4 days it felt like I might turn into a pile of goopy mush that you’d have to spoon off the floor.

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Red and Green

Starbucks Christmas cups and a tin full of weed.  A little post-holiday cheer to stay warm.

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This Is What A Happy Morning Looks Like

happy morning

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