Project #2, the abject

a short made with imovie.

The Lair of the 5th King Movie

Project #1

this is a remake of the Andrew WK album cover that come out in early 04 that featured a shocking picture of WK himself. he was doing the photo shoot, decided that the cover was boring, and proceeded to beat his own head against a brick wall, breaking his nose and destroting his face. this is a great example of how art and music do not correlate always into the same meaning. yes, Andrew WK’s lyrics are packed with hardcore anecdotes, but when you look at the picture and listen to the music, it doesnt add up

Ad Assignment

This is an ad by DVS footwear that appeared in the September 2006 issue of Snowboarder its an advertisement the features the pro-model skate shoes of three of the worlds top snowboard athletes.

To me, a successful advertisment is an ad that presents a product helps the consumer remember the product long after they have actually looked at the ad. It can feature different elements that can help the consumer tie their memory of the elements in the ad that they liked to the actual product they see in the ad. Therefore, if they can remember the elements of the ad, the odds are that they will remember the product. I personally think that seeing a unique ad once more effective then seeing a poor ad a thousand times.

This particular ad makes a strong use of contrast to take the eye not only all the way through the ad picture, but the strongest form of contrast actually takes place with the product itself. When I first look at this ad, I am first taken directly to the red at the center, which is a slogan for the shoe line. Next,I am taken just below that to the actual pro riders, who have a moderately high level of contrast. This will be the last part of the image that I see just before the actual product, which means that when I see the product, who it belongs to is very fresh in my memory.

Color in this ad is limited because of the strong use of black and white contrast. If there was too much color in this ad, the eye would get too overwhelmed and would effectively ruin the strong points of the piece. Color is used in the actual product, but it is definitely not the leading area of the ad.

could it be true?

sticking our head in places they shouldnt be: here, the palins and the republicans

so if you dont already know that republican vp candidate palin’s daughter has an illegitimate child of the corn, then i am completely amazed that you were able to figure out what a blog is, let alone navigate your way to one of them.

here’s the scoop; yeah, its really true that americans shouldnt be concerned about the vp’s soon to be granddaughter. this lady has proved her worth at a political level, and will make a good candidate to run with mccain especially becasue she has no real political bias and has not been lobbied as of yet by washington. wether or not she could run this country if (when) mccain kicks the bucket will be a seesaw for sure.

but anyway, we should be concerned about is if she can run our country, and the average american should be worried about this. but i have seen the average american, and i know that it is a bored, fat, and hungry media whore. this baby is going to be just as famous as the tom cruise katie holmes baby. this baby will be 4 by the time her grandma may leave the whitehouse.

another good question to sit back on: how much do you think the republican party will offer the “daddy” to “happily marry” this girl (Bristol Palin)? seriously, we’re about to have a broken home that could break the backs of the republicans if they cant get this kid to stick his extremeties into places they wished they handn’t wandered one more time.

the pigmys are lighting the fire, and smokng the planks. 2 months.

The Short Chewy Arms of Ski Rex

today was the black friday for the ski industry. today is the day people for no particular reason decide its a good idea to get all of their ski chores out of the way, two months before any of them will see the mountain. its a day of insanity for salesmen, trying to squeeze every last dime out of shoppers whom we all know probbaly dont have the money at the moment.

as for me, today was lax. four experienced techs, two workbenches, and nothing but 11 hours to do nothing but fuck with anyone who appears in our area.

i really dont have a lot to say tonight, ive kind of gone back to a normal routine and have left a lot of otherwise important tasks out of my life. i feel that i will regain my form once this workweek starts and i am fully settled into my new life.

Sweat and Shame at the Democratic National Convention ‘08 pt. 3

Break Dancer by Matthew A. Marsh is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.

Alex Gardener of Denver giving a street performance in from of wondering crowds just before Obama

The week of the DNC is finally over, and I am easing my body back into a human level of diet, exercise, and sleep. There isn’t anywhere to be anymore; no protests, no uploading photos, no getting to the bus station before the mobs of swine and whores press me into to the glass for the 25 minute ride to Denver. I’ve eased back into the small red bull cans, single size shots of jager, and enough sleep to wake up with a loss of blood to at least one limb. Back to plenty of water, couches, and all my media platforms under one roof.
In review, the DNC has brought me a new experience and perspective on what it really means to be a photojournalist. I learned that the working media is daily becoming more and more intertwined with public journalism, and what separates the hobbyists from the professionals is the depth in which they can grasp and cover a subject. There will always be big events, and with today’s technology there will be exponential views and perspectives, and many different ways for people to consume it. The stories that will move people will be the stories that go away from the grain; the stories that can present a fresh idea, or a story that disobeys the standard.
The threshold between being a journalist or paparazzi in the eyes of others is becoming skewed, and journalists are trusted less while paparazzi are being praised more for their unethical banter. I keep a can of mace just in case I ever run into a TMZ reporter. These undertakers should by flogged in public and left to swing as a reminder not to stare in someone’s window with a 300mm for days on end.
I’m disappointed at the number of protesters that appeared in the bowels of Denver. My expectations for major event destruction were not met; im sure that somewhere in the world there was a Sting concert that churned up more trash and citywide political embarrassment than this week long excuse to do nothing but raise the bar of what it means to be a shit show.

Sweat and Shame at the Democratic National Convention ‘08 pt. 2

DNC PHOTOS Aug 28 2008 by Matthew A. Marsh is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.

Tyrone of Aurora has a message to deliver to the world, and no one would stand with him

I sat in thunderbird burgers under the Studebaker Lofts at about 6:30 p.m. on Thursday, August 28. The bar was under The Metropolitans official DNC hq where all of my media for the week was being churned into a viable piece of banter that I hope someone will read from their couch, with a beer, after doing nothing but getting through another day. I was assigned to cover reactions to the convention at the Sports Column, but whence I arrived at the bar found that there was almost no one there and the speech not even on the television.
I ran back to hq only to discover that the wireless network feed was being hogged presumably by someone who minimized a porn download to try to pickup the speech. Early bird gets the worm, and he’ll get his happy ending no matter what.
I had to go in search of my final resting place for the event, and that resting place was back at the thunderbird bar, where the oddest crowd of folks I have ever met assailed me. Into the modern sports bar they marched, sat down, made themselves uncomfortably close to myself, and proceeded to ask the sharp as a bowling ball bartender for, ahem, I quote “sir, could we please have 2 rounds of your finest individually packaged mini bottles of wine, and glasses of water.”
I felt sick. I am all for change, but get these people out of every bar in America and back to their houses that resemble miniature furniture stores. I had just topped of my third beer in twenty minutes, so there was no escape for me, I would just have to ride the wave. I cant decide if im starting me mesh too well with everyone that I come in contact with or if I am just getting progressively more intrusive and intrusive as the day wears on. Anyhow, they get their wine, all of their credit cards expire, they pay cash with large bills, and leave before the speech starts.
My buzz never comes, I start to think that this week I am so malnourished that my body has actually absorbed the alcohol for energy consumption. Its based on this theory that I estimate that an unsaid friend of mine, whom stopped drinking nightly two weeks ago, will still be alive had he not eaten anything since.
After the speech I high tail back to hq, only to discover that the internet only works on one side of the house, and that my last hour in this sick and twisted week was not spend within the safety on the apartment.
Before entering the early bus before the mob makes their way back to Denver, I am subjected to more political propaganda. Listening to two different opinions on what our country really needs really re-enforces the reason I actually like to uphold the unbiased integrity that comes with the journalism profession. It also makes me want a cigar, which I am going to go enjoy right now. Ill have a lot more blogs coming, I have a lot of hindsight that sure as shit is blurry as all hell. Ill try to decypher my thoughts for you, and hopefully make a decent story out of it, which is what all of this is about.

Matt.

Sweat and Shame at the Democratic National Convention pt.1

As swine piled into the quiet mountainside town of Denver, Colorado from August 24-28, scene doppelgangers were birthed. Both scenes had one singular goal; to see who could throw the biggest party with the most amount of media face time.
The main party, put on by the Democratic national party, featured a high end list of politicians and celebrities that were supposedly sent here with the purpose of selecting the next democratic nominee for president.
The circus inside has features foul and drunkard beasts from abroad that are kept at bay from one another, allowed only to spit and chant in each others directions. For most instances order is kempt for these beasts have been whipped to obey through years and years of education and prevention. While the moods are sour, the inner party knows that the battles are best saved for when the body snatching authorities are out of arms reach. Real politics don’t take place on a stage meant to be watched.
The scene outside that is creeping through the bowels of downtown Denver is less of a circus and more of a zoo where all the animals were set free by careless predators unbeknownst to the guards or the public. The animals attempt to display their fury to the wondrous crowds that have flocked to see the event, but few of the animals have the equipment or organization to pull together such a feat.
What has truly been the spectacle of this event has been not the animals, but the apparently peaceful onlookers who but sheer number have hailed mass confusion and dread by those attempting to keep the order.
This parade has become less of an event with the purpose to create media, and more of a degenerating display of how we don’t care to make news, but only consume it.
The United States has become advanced enough to become a television on wheels. It’s going to separate the men from the boys. Whoever finds the right sources to escape this beast will be the one who produces when the world learns that they cant tell a damn story to save their lives.

packing it in

ive just finished up loading photos at the Metro Media secret hq, and i think im going to pack it in for the night. ive had enough of this damn place for a while. ill blog asap once i get home and showered uuughhh