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05.12.13 8
Zoom ryanloewy:

Self Portrait/ You’ve Become A Monster, Pt. 3

This image just got into the semi finals of a self portrait contest. If you’d be so kind and give me a vote in the comments of the post here, I’d appreciate it.

ryanloewy:

Self Portrait/ You’ve Become A Monster, Pt. 3

This image just got into the semi finals of a self portrait contest. If you’d be so kind and give me a vote in the comments of the post here, I’d appreciate it.

05.02.13 49
Zoom Self Portrait

Self Portrait

04.30.13 1
Zoom Self Portrait

Self Portrait

04.09.13 10
Zoom Self Portrait

Self Portrait

03.26.13 6
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Self Portrait/You’ve Become A Monster, Pt. 1

You’ve Become A Monster gets a revive on the blog Dark Silence in Suburbia, along with a feature on Behance’s Student Show. It’s been almost a year since the first image was made.

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Self Portrait/You’ve Become A Monster, Pt. 1

You’ve Become A Monster gets a revive on the blog Dark Silence in Suburbia, along with a feature on Behance’s Student Show. It’s been almost a year since the first image was made.

02.21.13 518
Zoom Self Portrait

Self Portrait

02.08.13 7
Zoom Self Portrait

Self Portrait

01.24.13 6
Zoom A year in review of self portraits. Thanks to all of y’all that have supported me this year.

A year in review of self portraits. Thanks to all of y’all that have supported me this year.

12.30.12 9
Zoom Self Portrait/ In The Pines

Self Portrait/ In The Pines

11.22.12 5
Zoom Self Portrait/Dumb Thumb
This week I learned the hard lesson of how valuable thumbs are…

Self Portrait/Dumb Thumb


This week I learned the hard lesson of how valuable thumbs are…

11.13.12 11
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There’s No Room For Truth In Rollerblading
I’ve been getting into a handful of arguments and scuttles recently with those involved in the blade game. Whether it be Erick Rodriguez threatening to fly all the way out east to come beat my ass at my door step, or Lonnie “Francisco” telling me I should just quit, you’d think that dudes that risk their lives to look cool wouldn’t be so easily upset over a few words. I guess I was wrong, as then again, the rollerblading industry seems to be just one giant high school more than anything else.
     Recently, there has been some controversy concerning Montre Livingston’s departure from Brian Shima’s SSM Boot company. Livingston was discharged from the company via a press release posted on Be-Mag, yet wasn’t made aware of such discharge until he saw the post himself. The argument that developed between me and Mr. Rodriguez was that of basic business ethics and how they aren’t enforced in the slightest in the rollerblading industry. Rodriguez stood to disagree, stating that there is more to it, but failed to specify exactly what “it” was. He went further to knock me for my financial state and stated that because I wasn’t a pro rollerblader, that I couldn’t make any sort of commentary on the matter. Because, you know, you need to be a professional rollerblader in order to understand business and basic law.
       Let’s make it pretty simple here, that being of one who rides professionally or represents for a company: you’re a business, you’re an investment, you are there to ultimately sell a product, all the while putting your body on the line, so why in the world wouldn’t you draw up a fucking contract? The problem is, is that most rollerbladers are “buddies”, therefore, they think that their “buds” would never fuck them over. They treat rollerblading as a hobby and few treat it seriously as a career, resulting in fuck overs, non payments, and other problems that would be easily avoided by drawing up a basic contract. 
      In short, blading needs to grow the fuck up. You need to know your ins and outs of business and legalities, or else you are going to get burned. The biggest mistake anyone can ever make, is trusting any person other than yourself with handling your name and your likelihood in terms of marketing and selling that likelihood. You have to look out for yourself, no one else is going to do that, let alone care to do so either. The problem, ultimately, is that people aren’t acknowledging this. They’re turning a blind eye to it, in fear of a backlash from whomever runs whatever company. This includes bladers, blade media, and anyone in between. No one can have an honest opinion, because everyone is “buds”, and if you piss one of your “buds” off, they’ll maroon you from the industry quicker than you can say “Shima left USD?”. There are very few people that are actually standing up for themselves, talking about the issues, and taking matters into their own hands. The rest, well the rest are just fucking sheep. 






I rarely do this, but, reblogging my post and adding back the essay I had written, because some asshole (notably, I am assuming it is the person I reblogged this from) thought that what I wrote didn’t fit into his cool tumblog, but apparently my image did. Let me make this clear: I do not make images to make your tumblr look cool. I do not make images to show off your individuality or show how deep and cool you are because you are apart of a tiny subculture. Reality check, right here: No one gives a fuck what subculture you are apart of, so stop defining yourself with it.

I make images, particularly the ones that I write about, to make a point. Because rollerblading lacks it. Rollerblading lacks point-making, and good thought out journalism, and controversial writers and photographers that hold no bars. It is kind of funny that it got deleted considering the topic it discussed. Irony much?

There’s No Room For Truth In Rollerblading


I’ve been getting into a handful of arguments and scuttles recently with those involved in the blade game. Whether it be Erick Rodriguez threatening to fly all the way out east to come beat my ass at my door step, or Lonnie “Francisco” telling me I should just quit, you’d think that dudes that risk their lives to look cool wouldn’t be so easily upset over a few words. I guess I was wrong, as then again, the rollerblading industry seems to be just one giant high school more than anything else.

     Recently, there has been some controversy concerning Montre Livingston’s departure from Brian Shima’s SSM Boot company. Livingston was discharged from the company via a press release posted on Be-Mag, yet wasn’t made aware of such discharge until he saw the post himself. The argument that developed between me and Mr. Rodriguez was that of basic business ethics and how they aren’t enforced in the slightest in the rollerblading industry. Rodriguez stood to disagree, stating that there is more to it, but failed to specify exactly what “it” was. He went further to knock me for my financial state and stated that because I wasn’t a pro rollerblader, that I couldn’t make any sort of commentary on the matter. Because, you know, you need to be a professional rollerblader in order to understand business and basic law.

       Let’s make it pretty simple here, that being of one who rides professionally or represents for a company: you’re a business, you’re an investment, you are there to ultimately sell a product, all the while putting your body on the line, so why in the world wouldn’t you draw up a fucking contract? The problem is, is that most rollerbladers are “buddies”, therefore, they think that their “buds” would never fuck them over. They treat rollerblading as a hobby and few treat it seriously as a career, resulting in fuck overs, non payments, and other problems that would be easily avoided by drawing up a basic contract. 

      In short, blading needs to grow the fuck up. You need to know your ins and outs of business and legalities, or else you are going to get burned. The biggest mistake anyone can ever make, is trusting any person other than yourself with handling your name and your likelihood in terms of marketing and selling that likelihood. You have to look out for yourself, no one else is going to do that, let alone care to do so either. The problem, ultimately, is that people aren’t acknowledging this. They’re turning a blind eye to it, in fear of a backlash from whomever runs whatever company. This includes bladers, blade media, and anyone in between. No one can have an honest opinion, because everyone is “buds”, and if you piss one of your “buds” off, they’ll maroon you from the industry quicker than you can say “Shima left USD?”. There are very few people that are actually standing up for themselves, talking about the issues, and taking matters into their own hands. The rest, well the rest are just fucking sheep. 

I rarely do this, but, reblogging my post and adding back the essay I had written, because some asshole (notably, I am assuming it is the person I reblogged this from) thought that what I wrote didn’t fit into his cool tumblog, but apparently my image did. Let me make this clear: I do not make images to make your tumblr look cool. I do not make images to show off your individuality or show how deep and cool you are because you are apart of a tiny subculture. Reality check, right here: No one gives a fuck what subculture you are apart of, so stop defining yourself with it.
I make images, particularly the ones that I write about, to make a point. Because rollerblading lacks it. Rollerblading lacks point-making, and good thought out journalism, and controversial writers and photographers that hold no bars. It is kind of funny that it got deleted considering the topic it discussed. Irony much?
11.13.12 29
Zoom Self Portrait/ Antihero Pt. 2
Over the years, I’ve slowly but surely lost faith in those that I had looked up to in the photography field. Whether it be being ignored and being treated like I am not worthy of a response, being told that I have to pay hundreds of dollars in order to get critiqued, being fucked out of pay after strenuous hours upon hours of work, or seeing an idol focus more on their wardrobe than their work, the only thing easy about photography has been for me to lose that faith. I’d like to reference A Bronx Tale, as Sonny explains to C about his idolization of Mickey Mantle:
“When your father can’t pay the rent, ask Mickey Mantle to help you out, see what he says. Mickey Mantle doesn’t give a fuck about you, why should you give a fuck about him? No one cares.”
If there is anything I have learned, it is that really, no one is going to help one’s career develop but yourself. There is no guarantee, really. The only guarantee is the promises that you make to yourself and continue to honor. To look to any idols for help, really, as one of my good friends told me, is only setting yourself up for disappointment. Which, I certainly have felt many a time. Photography is a cut throat industry, and no one is going to give you the time of day unless you present yourself in a manner that is worthy of that time. And even then, most editors and art buyers could give two shits, seeing as how saturated photography is with “photographers”, and, sadly, networking and who you know is more important than anything else.
If there is any positive to come out of all the negatives, it is the learning experience, the knowledge that I have acquired from those experiences; not to treat those that work for me like shit, to stay true to my work and not have it be about how fucking cool I look in my vintage clothing, to not let money be the “be-all end all” epitome of my career; ultimately, my goal is to remain a humble individual, to make work that I am proud of, and to stand behind it 100%. I might not ever get signed to an agency, or be featured on It’s Nice That or have assignments from the New York Times, but I at least will have dignity and humility, as well as the instinct to treat others the way I want to be treated. Because I know how hard it is to make it today. It was hard in the 90’s, it was harder in the 2000s, but ultimately, it is at its fucking hardest now, and do not let any naïve hero tell you otherwise.

Self Portrait/ Antihero Pt. 2

Over the years, I’ve slowly but surely lost faith in those that I had looked up to in the photography field. Whether it be being ignored and being treated like I am not worthy of a response, being told that I have to pay hundreds of dollars in order to get critiqued, being fucked out of pay after strenuous hours upon hours of work, or seeing an idol focus more on their wardrobe than their work, the only thing easy about photography has been for me to lose that faith. I’d like to reference A Bronx Tale, as Sonny explains to C about his idolization of Mickey Mantle:

“When your father can’t pay the rent, ask Mickey Mantle to help you out, see what he says. Mickey Mantle doesn’t give a fuck about you, why should you give a fuck about him? No one cares.”

If there is anything I have learned, it is that really, no one is going to help one’s career develop but yourself. There is no guarantee, really. The only guarantee is the promises that you make to yourself and continue to honor. To look to any idols for help, really, as one of my good friends told me, is only setting yourself up for disappointment. Which, I certainly have felt many a time. Photography is a cut throat industry, and no one is going to give you the time of day unless you present yourself in a manner that is worthy of that time. And even then, most editors and art buyers could give two shits, seeing as how saturated photography is with “photographers”, and, sadly, networking and who you know is more important than anything else.

If there is any positive to come out of all the negatives, it is the learning experience, the knowledge that I have acquired from those experiences; not to treat those that work for me like shit, to stay true to my work and not have it be about how fucking cool I look in my vintage clothing, to not let money be the “be-all end all” epitome of my career; ultimately, my goal is to remain a humble individual, to make work that I am proud of, and to stand behind it 100%. I might not ever get signed to an agency, or be featured on It’s Nice That or have assignments from the New York Times, but I at least will have dignity and humility, as well as the instinct to treat others the way I want to be treated. Because I know how hard it is to make it today. It was hard in the 90’s, it was harder in the 2000s, but ultimately, it is at its fucking hardest now, and do not let any naïve hero tell you otherwise.

11.08.12 15