When Roissy got his portrait done I was insanely jealous, especially since I knew who did it. Well after some whining on my part, I’m proud to present the Roosh Portrait:

(It’s big at 18″ x 24″)

Thank you Tiff. You have given me a gift that has set an impossible bar for every other girl I will ever know.

My dear mother will be the lucky recipient of this masterpiece.

My art project is complete after two months of carrying around a cheap disposable camera. Here are the results:

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I got jealous of my Dad’s garden so I bought a bag of “plantable basil” and put it in a pot, which I’m holding in the picture. I wanted to feel that gardener pride that comes with creating life. My Dad has since taken over the basil plant without my permission. The end game was supposed make a pizza but I lost interest.

Starbucks #07417 is where I get most of my writing done. There is a table that is alone by itself near the entrance and usually I sit there with my back to the door so I’m not tempted to look outside. This picture is taken from that table.

This man is the only college friend I regularly keep in touch with. The picture captures very well the dynamic of his relationship with the girl.

Picture of a famous retired blogger. This was the first time I saw her with the “Argentine haircut” and I was very excited.

Shot of a man hug combined with a little bit of ta-ta from the girl. Taken in the crappy bar Tattoo.

I took my Dad out for dinner one night and he greatly enjoyed the belly dancing entertainment. She rolled around on the floor with a tray of tea cups and pot on her head. Very impressive.

My Dad (left) and his friend at an airport bar.

Two Brazilian girls in heated Portuguese discussion.

Neighborhood kid walking Fluffy the dog. The young man made an appearance in one of my videos. This is my favorite picture from the project.

A night out at the former bar I used to work at.

Me sitting by a pool table. Taken by Arjewtino.

Hanging out at the Reef.

This was the picnic to see off a friend, pictured. I liked the picnic idea so much that I brought a date to the same location a few days later…

She was visiting from South Africa (note her t-shirt). They don’t really make them like that in America anymore.

I know sequels are always worse (except Terminator 2), but I’m thinking of continuing the art project with another disposable camera. Digital just can’t compete to the more natural feel of film.

“I totally want to get a tattoo. I know it has become a trend but I designed one on my own and feel like it would make me unique and not just another face in the crowd and it would even motivate me to keep my body in shape because if I get fat then the tattoo would probably look different you know? I’m a sexual person, definitely spiritual, a lover of nature, and I even write poems. I mean like guys always listen carefully when I read my poems to them and they compliment me on how good they are written. So now I read them my poems on the first date so they can get to know me faster and we can skip all that lame dating bullshit and go right into knowing each other. God I made the best design ever. I can only imagine the faces of the guys who make love to me from behind when they see it, and I’m sure they will love it and realize that I’m a prize as a woman and not all those other boring girls who are even too scared of a needle and who just want to fit in with their boring sun dresses and flip flops. I’m not like them at all because I’m an individual.”

These two can also be seen in my Big Leagues movie feature.