Posts tagged weed

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

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stoner cooking

pugs on the street

thabata writing

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Happy 420 and My Interview with The Brooklyn Ink

This morning I got an email announcing that it is in fact National Weed Day.  No duh, right?  Well the sender also happened to like my POTographs and asked if I’d be willing to do an interview.  I guess the cat’s out of the bag now and my name will forever be associated on the interweb with smoking weed.  Read about my thoughts on 420 over at The Brooklyn Ink.

And Happy 420 tokers!!  Hope you’re having a happy day!

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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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Friday Night

I got the Betty Boop light and unbleached Raw papers in Amsterdam. The papers are actually vegan. Who knew you could have vegan rolling papers? Sweet.

2 joints and a bag of weed

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The postcard is from the Rockers exhibition currently showing at the Morrison Hotel Gallery, which was the former CBGB. Awesome show of Bob Gruen’s photographs from the 60’s and 70’s of John Lennon, Yoko Ono, and the Beatles, Blondie, The Ramones, Rolling Stones, and many others.

2 joints

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It had been a long week and I was very ready to smoke these two joints.

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A Very Belated Birthday Present

About a month and a half ago I was supposed to get 2 bongs for my birthday. One of them finally showed up today as a surprise shopping trip with my cousin. This was the result of that little extravaganza.

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I’m amazed at how well it photographs – and hits 😀 It’s so pretty. I think I’m in love ❤

More later when I’m not so high 🙂

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I Booked a Trip To Amsterdam.

Naturally, I had to celebrate with a bit of pot. Click on the images to view larger versions.

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Weed = Instant Friends

Cocoa Beach

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Last week I left cold, gray, wet New York for a sunnier, warmer, palm tree filled Cocoa Beach (Florida). The first few days I was down there were spent trying to get my head screwed back on straight. I think I get seasonal depression because every time around this year, when the gray days never seem to end and just roll on one after another, I start to feel a bit hopeless. It took all of a day and a half of sunshine for that to go away.

I spent the majority of my time hanging out with my family drinking margaritas and going to delicious seafood restaurants (my father just retired and I tagged along on an old folks family vaca) . However, by the last couple of days I was itching to get back to the land of normal twenty somethings and away from the Bingo ladies, but not necessarily back to the cold.

On my last day, I was taking a walk down the beach by myself and amidst the sea of 55+ and 10- age groups, I spotted a couple of guys surfing. One of them noticed me and, I imagine, was flabbergasted to see someone relatively young that he didn’t recognize (I’m pretty sure this beach town is small enough that you’d know just about everyone in your age bracket who lives there). We made enough eye contact so that when I was on the return portion of my beach stroll, he motioned to me to come over and chat.

After we introduced ourselves and as his buddy was coming out of the water, he asked me if I smoked weed and if I would like to go smoke a blunt with them. It’s a very strange thing and something I don’t fully understand when someone can immediately sense that you are a pothead, or at least enjoy the green stuff. So naturally, I went and smoked with them (excellent weed, by the way).

In the hour that I hung out with them, we became friendly enough that I was invited over for dinner. I love restaurants, but I was a bit tired of them since I eat out the majority of the time in New York, as well. Home-grilled fish sounded amazing, as did the promise of more weed and a night of hanging out with a couple of very cool — and attractive — guys.

After easing the tension my plans brought about with the family (“But, how do you know they are ok? What do they DO? Are they in school? But, you’re by yourself!” — I couldn’t just come out and say to my super Catholic family, “They smoke weed. They’re totally chill. Lay off!”), I left for a night that will go down in my personal vacation history.

I had a delicious dinner that was cooked exactly the way that I cook for myself, read: ingredients that are as fresh as possible and cooked to enhance the flavor of the food itself, no drowning it in sauces. In fact, days later I still can’t stop thinking about the food; it made me remember how much I like to cook. Other than the food, bong hits and beers were plentiful, and these guys (and their two friends that showed up) were extremely laid back and easy to get along with.

Basically, I had a very good last night of vacation. So good, in fact, that I am now questioning my choice of geographic location. I really love New York, but the weather sucks 85% of the year , the people are high strung, and the boys, as my cousin so eloquently put it, “are like girls with dicks.” No offense to you New York boys, but WHY are your jeans tighter than mine?

I attribute this night to none other than the shared appreciation of Mary Jane. Without her, I don’t believe I would’ve felt such a strong sense that these people are my kind of people. So thanks, MJ. You pulled through once again.

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