There is probably nothing much more poignantly repulsive to think about on a Monday morning than Colt 45.
I’m sure everyone has/has heard a good story or two involving this beverage of choice, be it a comedy or tragedy i’m sure the story is very memorable. However as you are sitting there in your office chair looking towards the ominous future that lays before you, inside that elegantly designed cubicle which lays below fluorescent lights, the stories and hilarities that follow such a beverage’s consumption seem so distant.
Enjoy, grimace, daydream…
Why I do this? Well why do i destroy peanut butter sandwiches with baseball bats, make silhouettes of lawnmowers , or use a rotting piano in the forest as a location
I have a habit of embracing the chaos and nonsense that runs rabid through my head.
Its like comedian Mitch Hedberg says; “Sometimes in the middle of the night, I think of something that’s funny, then I go get a pen and I write it down. Or if the pen’s too far away, I have to convince myself that what I thought of ain’t funny” The trouble for me is, I am really bad at arguing with myself, and I’m unable to convince myself not to follow through.
And so I find myself sitting in front of a computer writing about Colt 45 on a Monday morning.
I am an advocate for random, for embracing the chaos that lives inside all of our heads, impulsively taking up crazy endeavors. Genuinely interesting images, and approaches to making great photographs don’t often come from a linear process of cause and effect. Instead they come from capturing fleeting moments of unbridled imagination, they are windows to the different concepts and thoughts that you already have. Follow through on them, develop them, embrace their arbitrary strikes of obscure genius.