Happy new year, and best wishy washies to all and to all a good night and all of that standard, socially acceptable holiday greeting card junk. Now that's out of the way, I can move on to what's important. I self-published a book of my photographs. Mainly because it made an easy Christmas gift to fob off on friends and family. I was kind of embarrassed to willfully join the ranks of the self-published, but my wonderful Miss Luongo, who is a %100 bona fide properly published sexy author, assured me that self-publishing is a perfectly acceptable route to go for photography. You can use it as a portfolio and so it serves a legitimate function in addition to massaging one's vanity.
If you click on the book cover up there, or on the handy little badge which I've inserted permanently on the left sidebar, it'll take you to the website where you can preview and buy it. But do not by any means feel obligated to do so out of charity, as part of the benefit of an online self-publisher is that the books cost me nothing so it's not like I need to sell them. When you buy one, only then does the company print one out and send it to you! Very nice.
Also, I am supposed to be hanging some of my pictures in Sweet Creams in Stroudsburg this February. So if you're in town during the shortest month, and therefore the shortest show of the year, stop in for a hot almond milk and some of the best sandwiches this side of nowhere. Too bad for you that it's a bit cold for ice cream; theirs is awesome. My pictures may or may not be there though... during last year's show at The Main Street Jukebox they all got a bit of moisture damage (my fault, I failed to tape them correctly) and I never got around to flattening them out. So now I have like two weeks to fix 'em up because I currently can't afford to re-do them all. Urgh. But I'll facebook an invite when I know what's going on.