Newsflash: I love art. CJ loves art. Wayne loves art. If we didn’t, god help us run this blog. I’d like to think that everyone loves art to some capacity. It’s got to be a very human trait to appreciate aesthetics and be emotionally affected just by how things look. Luckily, we live in Houston where you can literally find something lovely on any given street corner at some point. (that was not a joke about prostitutes)
A while back StrangeRhythms donated a small photoshoot to NonStopTuning that they could raffle off at their Happy Teahouse Car Meet. A cool group of car enthusiasts (of course) from east Texas just happened to pull that ticket and we set a date.
Everytime I sign up for a grassroots drift event, I hear this imaginary voice saying, “Hey, you’re going to drive, not take pictures. You need the seat time! Don’t bring the camera! Why are you packing a telephoto?!” It further devolves into creepier depths of schizofrenia, but I always end up checking out of the conversation all the same. In retrospect, this is probably part of why I still suck at drifting.
Time is a constantly changing variable that progresses on a linear path. Whether we like it or not, it’s always moving forward, and we cant help but plot our own positions in relation to that ever lengthening x-axis. To put it simply, some things change and some things stay the same. In our case, the watermark is new and the pictures are hgher-res, but we’re still gonna be those awkward nerds with big cameras.
It’s no secret that I’ve been drift motivated lately. Not much else has crossed my mind in my spare time. So while these skid racing posts may be taking over the front page as of late… you’ll just have to deal with it; I run this ship. (xoxox)
Last year, Wayne and I headed up to Dallas to see Round 6 of Formula D. I got to meet some of my multimedia role models and favorite drifters. I finally was able to experience professional level drifting in person for the first time and it was an amazing experience… But still, I wasn’t satisfied. Why? I wanted to see the action as a photographer, shoulder to shoulder with my idols, not through a fence and over them. So when Aaron Losey got Texas Motor Speedway booked for a round of LSD, Wayne and I couldn’t resist making another roadtrip up to play pro in the tracks hot areas like we were important or something.