DIGDOGDIG: 09.2010

I can't read your letters anymore.

They break my heart every time.

YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'VE GOT,
UNTIL IT'S GONE.

AND I'M FLOATING.

AND I'M DRIFTING.

AND I'M LIVING.

AND I'M GONE.

As I was browsing through a "coffee table book" at my best friends house, I came upon this photograph by Sally Mann. I have always been intrigued with her work, but something about this photograph hit me hard, especially with the description. Almost simple and obvious, which I guess is what made it so powerful -- the imagery linked with the description below opened my mind and heart to the idea of one day having my own children, my own family. I stared long and hard at this photograph, then found myself going back to the book to look at it a couple more times. I am looking forward to sharing my life and seeing my children grow up and follow them along their magical journeys through my eyes and through my lens. There's so much more to look forward to in this life.

SALLY MANN

The Last Time That Emmet Modeled Nude, 1987

“We are spinning a story of what it is to grow up,” wrote Sally Mann in her book about childhood, Immediate Family. These are summer pictures of a personal place, where water cools the humid Southern air like a welcome thunderstorm, and the smells of nature bring memories flooding from a corner of the brain that plays back old home movies we didn’t know we had. Some photographs are fiction and some quite real, but all connect Mann’s children to her own childhood in a way that does not separate art from real life.

Emmett was eight when he posed for his mother in The Last Time Emmett Modeled Nude. He is pushing against the lazy current of a river. It’s a familiar place where Mann herself grew up, and now she watches her own children playing out their dreams in concert with her camera. Emmett’s body cuts into the stillness of the slowly moving water. Behind him the trees and sky are reflcted like a solid universe swirling about his head; its illusionistic firmness subverts the verity of the real trees on the horizon. Neither world is absolute for a young boy at such a transitional moment in his life.

Although this phogoraphy ostensibly defines such an instant (the last time Emett modeled nude), it is really about time passing, a symbol for something that happened before and something yet to come. The river moves idly, the sun passes overhead, and the trees sway in the still, hot air. The one static element is Emmett, who has caught his mother’s eye. He is frozen in the pose as though trying hard to arrest time. His hands gracefully meet the water’s surface. Are they trying to stop the flow (of time)? It is at this juncture we notice the evidence of motion; like all children he seems fascinated to interact with something so fluid.

In this photograph Mann is metaphorically peeking across the generations of her family, and their gaze is affirmed as she puts herself into the picture. She is looking down at her son through a ground glass as he stares into her large camera. His eyes reflect hers, and suddenly she is looking into a mirror with the simple recognition of memory. As a child she swam in the same river and experienced the same exaltation as time stood still for her. Now she portrays Emmett, as she imagines herself at his age, looking forward and backward simultaneously in order to make sense of such a wonderfully still moment.

“As in all transformations, there is an element of sadness. Something very familiarerly comforting is being left behind for the unknown”, Mann once wrote. For Emmett this is a transformational moment. He is growing up and will no longer pose without his clothes. For his mother there is the sadness of letting go, tempered by the comfort of her memories. For the viewer, that relationship between a mother and son can be so familiar that we too want to jump in for a swim, if only to cool off on a hot summer afternoon.

- Philip Brookman

WE MUST ENCOURAGE ONE ANOTHER

TO SETTLE DOWN/CALM DOWN

TO COME DOWN/SIMMER DOWN

AND UNDERSTAND THAT THE COMPLEX DIFFERENCES

ARE ONLY MERE SIMILARITIES

I SEE WHAT WE CAN DO TOGETHER

THE POTENTIAL IS LIMITLESS

LETS RIDE THIS OUT

DIP IT IN. MOVE AROUND.

SAY GOODBYE. SAY HELLO.

make fun of yourself. it helps.

"play it smart. you'll be happier."

EXPECT NOTHING

f l o w

TAIZO YAMAMOTO

DAS RACIST

When I fell in love for the first time, I was eighteen. I would listen to this song over and over again late into the night and imagine how things were suppose to be, meant to be, but I was wrong. I was wrong about everything, but I guess it's better to be wrong. Recently, I was just oddly reminded of this song when my mother told me not to cut my hair. She said she knew what Samson must have felt like. when she had cut her hair, so she did not want me to feel the same. (Un)fortunately immortal strength is not found in our hair. It will grow forever.

And just to add to my Hopeless Romantic Remix 2005, I use to also listen to this song:

thanks nerb

This past weekend was absolutely soul touching. I felt the genuine nurturing of friendships/self tenfold and the multitude of levels of love I feel love right now is unexplainable. I feel like myself again (if I ever felt like I wasn't, even in the those brief or daunting moments). I want to keep motivating each other to work towards are full potential and then some. Things are perfect. Shit happens, but we are all trying. Trying to to our best. I can feel it. Besides the goodness, I finally know what it feels like to have technology fail big time -- all my photos were deleted of this weekend. As lame as it sounds, I'm sad about it. Guess this is a really dumb blog entry. This is why I don't write on here. Things are just better left to visual stimulation -- my words not being that. I love who you are, I love who you ain't. Thank you friends.

come close

reach inside

we are

[old(er) dudes]

SLICK AS FUCK

FRESH + CLEAN

AGED WITH GRACE

STYLE TO A 'T'

I truly believe that all boys/men would feel a lot better about themselves if they allowed their style to flow in the right way. quality. cuts. form. Don't be afraid to look the best that you can. It goes a long way in so many ways. Builds confidence, establishes personal aesthetic awareness, and style is everything. Not saying that the way these men are dressed is how every dude should dress, but damn - take a tip or two.

and If any of you need a stylist: I'm here.

GROW OLD

LOOK=FEEL GOOD.

(un)fortunately it seems like men do it with ease in comparison to women. It's cool though, we make the world turn, women. yes. we. do. and that looks better than any perfect outfit.

CONSIDER YOURSELF A TEMPLE

∆
HEAD TO TOE

INSIDE AND OUT

ALWAYS LIVE UP TO
YOUR POTENTIAL ON ALL LEVELS,
BOYS + GIRLS.

I would have loved to take these photographs.

one tweet makes an honest asshole:

keyword: honest

THIS IS HOW I FEEL SOMETIMES

DIGDOGDIG IS LOOKING FOR THOSE WHO

WANT TO CONTRIBUTE TO A NEW PROJECT: "LES FAUVES"

A ZINE PROJECT WITH THE FIRST ISSUE: NO EGO.

DIGDOGDIG is seeking individuals who are wanting to contribute to a DIY or better put, DIO (do it ourselves) project. LES FAUVES is a zine to nurture the talents within "hands reach" of those we know and you may know or will get to know. With the first issue, entitled: NO EGO. Contributors are asked to make the limit - LIMITLESS and in essense the final product should b l o w y(our) m i n d(s). Please read below as to why the issue is called "NO EGO" - you may gain some inspiration and motivation from, or contribute to LES FAUVES from a whole different level/angle.

Nevertheless, there is NO EGO.

DIGDOGDIG wants to embrace you, for all the ugly and hate, for all the love and the fate.

And perhaps you are wondering "What does LES FAUVES mean? Where does it come from?" -- LES FAUVES is French for - WILD BEASTS (if you really wanted to get educated, you should probably read up on where this name stems from: FAUVISM - a short lived group of Modern artists in the early 20th century: GOOGLE/WIKIPEDIA DAT SHIT or better yet - read a book!).

It is necessary that each contributor take the personal responsibility to keep communication flowing with DIGDOGDIG and the first issue of LES FAUVES. This should be a symbiotic experience -- DIGDOGDIG will not hunt you down if you haven't gotten your shit in, either you are in....or you are out (I'm sure you've heard that shit before). The world flows with the energy you project, what you get is what you give.

SO KEEP ON READING

GET INTO THIS

LOVE IS REAL

REAL IS LOVE

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"The ego comprises that organized part of the personality structure that includes defensive, perceptual, intellectual-cognitive, and executive functions. Conscious awareness resides in the ego, although not all of the operations of the ego are conscious. The ego separates what is real. It helps us to organize our thoughts and make sense of them and the world around us"

"According to Freud, the ego is part of personality that mediates the demands of the id, the superego and reality. The ego prevents us from acting on our basic urges (created by the id), but also works to achieve a balance with our moral and idealistic standards (created by the superego). While the ego operates in both the preconscious and conscious, it's strong ties to the id means that it also operates in the unconscious. The ego operates based on the reality principle, which works to satisfy the id's desires in a manner that is realistic and socially appropriate. For example, if a person cuts you off in traffic, the ego prevents you from chasing down the car and physically attacking the offending driver. The ego allows us to see that this response would be socially unacceptable, but it also allows us to know that there are other more appropriate means of venting our frustration."
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ALL CONTRIBUTIONS CONSIDERED

>- PHOTOS
>- PAINTINGS
>- DRAWINGS
>- PRINTS
>- POETRY
>- MANIFESTOS
>- INTERVIEWS
>- THOUGHTS
>- HATE LETTERS
>- LOVE LETTERS
>- FOUND WORK
>- LYRICS
>- CONVERSATIONS
>- CUT-OUTS
>- "MYSPACE" PHOTOS
>- DIRTY PIX
>- FUNNY JOKES
>- NOT SO FUNNY JOKES
>- FAMILY PORTRAITS
>-ALIEN SIGHTINGS
>- ANIMALS
>- SCRIBBLES
>- A PERIOD (.)
>- INTERNET LINKS
>- PROMO
>-JOURNAL ENTRIES
>- ADVERTISEMENT
>- SKATE OR DIE
>- A PICTURE OF YOUR MOM (OR DAD OR BETTER YET - YOUR GRANDPARENTS)
>- DREAM BIG OR DON'T DREAM AT ALL

MUSICIANS/AUDIO STIMULATORS: WOULD LOVE TO MAKE A MIX TAPE TO GO ALONG WITH THE ZINE of ALL ORIGINAL GOODNESS. Definitely looking for someone who is more into this business. DIGDOGDIG needs some help. WANNA GIVE a helping hug? Also, tape doesn't have to include just songs, most definitely use your mind - extend the senses, audio linked with visuals could be real tight.

PLEASE CONTACT:
DIGDOGDIG@ROCKETMAIL.COM

I was about fifteen when I discovered that Matt Dillon was extremely attractive when he was younger. It was an awkward infatuation. I first saw LITTLE DARLINGS, which was a recommendation by my mother (which, I also recommend to anyone who wants to see a great coming-of-age film). After seeing LITTLE DARLINGS, I continued to pursue this infatuation and found myself watching, OVER THE EDGE. The trailer is so tame, but it's a pretty sick movie. If you ever want to get inspired by denim and not giving a fuck - this is a movie for you. Young Matt Dillon still has my heart.