Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Rembrandt

Seriously, look how cool I am.




Sunglasses! You think they sell those to just anybody? Guess again, Chester. Furthermore, you can clearly see that I live in a dwelling with doors. Might seem like a needless luxury, but that's the way I roll.

While we're taking pictures of ourselves, I might as well show you what I will look like once I turn to a career of super-villainry. (red hair?)

Sometimes people tell me I look like the guy from Flock of Seagulls, but I am skeptical of such a claim.


(note that I have more than one door)

7 comments:

  1. I like the second photo, has a very 70's feel to it. Break out the polyester.

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  2. The first pic carries a tension, a 'tension of intention', if you will. "What is happening here?" asks the viewer. "Why are his sunglasses on indoors? What is that looming shadow over his visage? Does it symbolize coolness as he alleges, or human angst, or maybe impending doom?" The second photo was clearly taken during an atomic blast harnessing the extraordinary light available during the initial flash. There may be other ways to regain one's powers of super-villainry, but descents into Hell are too dark to photograph, generally, and science experiments run amok are too ugly to photograph, generally, so all in all I feel this was a good choice. The bottom pic? Banish your skepticism, my friend. That guy's name was Mike Score, and believe me, he did.

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  3. I think the reason the first one appears to be in shadow is that it was actually taken at night.

    B wears his sunglasses at night. Presumably so he can, so he can...

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  4. Nay, Monsieur Gatsby. Looking at the second photo, it is obvious that his future's so bright, he's gotta wear shades.

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  5. Sunglasses. A fine statement. I've been known to shop for hours looking for the perfect pair.

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