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JPG photo: Rhio Hirsch

muni won today.
my coworker beat my bike on BART.
what's wrong in the world?

grillz bitch.

ectoplasm.

SFMOMA's newest exhibit "Brought to Light: Photography and the Invisible" is really something. The always awesome curators of MOMA put together a sweet show chronicling the advent of photography and the importance it played in developing observational knowledge in astronomy (the first telescopic photos of the surface of the moon) to the anatomics of biological life to ghostly apparitions.

What really struck a chord with me was their collection of Spirit Photography. I don't know what it is about these old timey long exposures-- but I'm officially obsessed with silly shots of ectoplasms and transparent handlebar moustaches. Despite the obvious falsity of it all, most of these shots are plain creepy.

I've spent hours browsing the interweb and found some seriously legit sites that have done an excellent job of archiving a these photos (not to mention some excellent seance stories).

Here are a few from the American Museum of Photography:

Mrs. Mary Marshall (1930) The ghost of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle manifests in some chick's boogers. Take that Sherlock.

Mrs. Dorothy Henderson

Mrs. Henderson is the medium in a small seance conducted by the Marylebone Spiritualist Association. (Apparently she volunteered in many of the assoc. seances-- what a pasttime).

The Marylebone Assoc. was just one of many dedicated to the exploration of spiritualism. After the end of the Civil War the belief in spiritualism grew when families wished to gain contact with loved ones killed in battle.

On a side note: this reminds me of a Twilight Zone Episode I just watched called The Passerby. TZ's melodramatic Civil War era ghost story has a twist ending that rivals M. Night Shamanamanmanan's weak attempt to shock in The Sixth Sense. Now I need a rainy day to curl up and watch all of Gone With the Wind in one sitting.

William Hope, founder of the Crew Circle, picked up Spirtualism after "accidentally" capturing the image of a ghost while photographing a friend. He then built up a steady business capturing the WWI deceased. Years later he was caught using glass plates to falsify the materialization of spirits in his photographs- oopsies. The National Media Museum has a great Flickr set of William Hope's spirit photographs. Check it out.

Stacy Q.

is the shit

crispy cream

Something about today makes me want to listen to listen to Jazz and read a book in bed... under the covers with a glass of wine--

I think I'll do that.

up punxx

Lovefool.

Two Fridays in a row at the Castro Theatre. I can't even come close to describing how magical Baz Luhrmann's Romeo and Juliet was on the big screen.

Even though I was surrounded by HATERS.

a-bit-o-GARBAGE:

Speaking of Claire Danes... My So Called Life? Speaking of My So Called Life...

JORDAN CATALANO.

Check out this awesome youtube fan-video (love those). HILARIOUS

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbMZXSzsDjo

... so disappointed they didn't include Jared Leto a-la Requiem For a Dream.

Thats typically how I envision Jordan Catalano's future.

Also last night:

Vincent Gallo's Buffalo '66 shined the silver Castro screen in trailer form.

The trailer, so good-- so better than the movie itself.

here comes the rain again...

from JPG member Lisa Fletcher

narcissism

JPG Photo-shoot for issue #20!

I'm kind of a celebrity in San Francisco. Have you heard of the lovely film artist Chelsey Dubiel? She's going to make me famous on the East Coast.

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How I miss thee,
Living Room.

FOUND

... chillin' on my desktop.

because EVERY DAY IS LIKE SUNDAY :)