A (second) night out in Northampton

This weekend, we went out to celebrate one of my best lady friends, Emily, because she just got this extremely baller job. We also wound up at Bishop’s Lounge, where a band called Primate Fiasco was playing and where we met the world’s worst magician. It was quite the night.

I don't really care that this picture is extremely blurry. There's something about it that I still like.

I don’t really care that this picture is extremely blurry. There’s something about it that I still like.

The aforementioned horrible magician unsuccessfully performs the dumbest trick possible.

The aforementioned horrible magician unsuccessfully performs the dumbest trick possible.

Out of Massachusetts: Exploring the grounds of the Seaside Sanatorium in Waterford, CT

As a birthday gift, my good friend Lauren treated me to a few of my favorite things: coffee, a sushi lunch date and a photo adventure to an interesting place. I drove to her place in Connecticut, then she drove us the rest of the way — about an hour further — to Waterford to check out the grounds of the abandoned Seaside Sanatorium. We had explored the Belchertown State School at the end of August, but I didn’t get to shoot any film there. Seaside is significantly more beautiful, I think; it overlooks Long Island Sound, and despite the fact that it was a little overcast when we visited, the sunset was still stunning.

The grounds are open to the public, but the buildings, as with most abandoned buildings on public land, are off limits; we read online before going that nearby residents keep an eye on the area — often for photographers specifically — and call the police when they suspect any trespassing into the buildings. There were a number of locals out for walks while we were there, so we were extra friendly with all of them, but still decided not to try and enter any of the buildings. Which was totally okay because their exteriors seem to be just as picturesque as their insides.

Bars, birthdays and two disposable cameras

My friends are all pretty used to having me take pictures of them nonstop. As part of this weekend’s birthday celebrations, I bought two disposable cameras and told them to have at it. The results are hilarious — I can’t actually post a lot of them because they’re just over the border into being inappropriate (read: they expressly asked me not to post them anywhere), but there are a good number of them that I loveĀ and can put online.

I think there’s a lot to be said about disposable cameras. I once met a guy named Josh who would shoot punk shows in his basement using exclusively disposable cameras. His results were impressive, and ever since I had that conversation with him a few years ago I’ve wanted to try shooting a few things with them. The photos all have this nostalgic feel to them that I just love.

Birthdays in Northampton: Hibachi dinner at Osaka

I never experienced a Hibachi dinner prior to last night. I didn’t even know that was the word for that type of dinner, so I had no idea that a man would cook my food in front of me (and squirt rice wine into everyones’ mouths while shouting things like “oh yeah baby, swallow baby”) until that day. When my roommate finally explained to me exactly what I was in for, I was so stoked. It was like a tastier form of dinner theater. Thankfully, the focus of the sake squirting was on Lisa, since it was her birthday yesterday and mine wasn’t until today.