haven't posted in awhile--i've been super busy interviewing and reviewing for st. louis's eleven music magazine! check them out: http://elevenmusicmag.com/
tonight i'm reviewing hip-hop artist stalley for eleven's blog. and my interview with the glitch mob is in eleven's august issue. here's a sneak peek:
i just sent in two disposable cameras to get developed--i'm trying out a new aesthetic with disposable cams. hopefully i'll have some new content for my website. we'll see!
tara mahadevan
29 July 2011
18 March 2011
26 February 2011
5
ed ruscha inspired:
heavy industry
heavy industry
1
texas hairspray
on
ave, st
the
love chief
the cold beer, beautiful girls
americana
2
us
on the road
1984
us dirty
us
baby
brews truth
3
sex
as hope
your back
pretty eyes
4
honk
if you like
talk radio
twentysix gasoline
stations
thirtyfour
parking lots
5
wild
boy
silly america
i plead
i am crazy
6
annie’s
electric bills
her heavy
desire
he didn’t care
she did
7
every building
and
nine swimming pools
it’s okay
it’s only
los angeles
8
retro
spective
juice of the city
9
high
baby jet goes
noise
noiseless
10
the boulangerie
man knows
the sunset industry
is
the end
12 February 2011
4
some new musings
----
the clock sticks.
you sit next to me, breathe the same air as me.
another you also sits next to me, in another continent or country.
everything circulates.
you turn and smile. the formica or plywood or linoleum is cold.
you turn and smile. cold is not cold.
warm is not warm.
she says, "everything is made up."
wholes and halves of oranges in bowls, blood-red oranges seeping
into holes, unhalves, teeth and tongues.
rinds curl in minutes, exposed to air.
we sit on counters and exhale with each thought
steamy showers
doors that say "hi hello".
eyes that say or
minds that say.
words say "he doesn't know".
----
the clock sticks.
you sit next to me, breathe the same air as me.
another you also sits next to me, in another continent or country.
everything circulates.
you turn and smile. the formica or plywood or linoleum is cold.
you turn and smile. cold is not cold.
warm is not warm.
she says, "everything is made up."
wholes and halves of oranges in bowls, blood-red oranges seeping
into holes, unhalves, teeth and tongues.
rinds curl in minutes, exposed to air.
we sit on counters and exhale with each thought
steamy showers
doors that say "hi hello".
eyes that say or
minds that say.
words say "he doesn't know".
10 February 2011
05 February 2011
2
I'm really interested in creating and distributing postcards. I have recently made a few but have yet to send them out. These are all one of a kind so it's hard to part with them sometimes!
My next photography project will involve tin types. Basically I will be printing on tin in the darkroom. Crossing my fingers that it will turn out well!
Printed on rives bfk paper with cyan processing. Photographs were taken on a road trip from Missouri to California:
My next photography project will involve tin types. Basically I will be printing on tin in the darkroom. Crossing my fingers that it will turn out well!
Printed on rives bfk paper with cyan processing. Photographs were taken on a road trip from Missouri to California:
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This blogger stands as my makeshift website until I am able to get one up and running. On the right side column are some of my fully finished, past writings. I will begin to post my photography and in-progress writing pieces as well.
I just recently started writing for a St. Louis music magazine called Eleven. I will post links to my pieces soon. The link for their website can be found on the right side column. My first piece will be featured in the March issue. Pretty excited for it!
I just recently started writing for a St. Louis music magazine called Eleven. I will post links to my pieces soon. The link for their website can be found on the right side column. My first piece will be featured in the March issue. Pretty excited for it!
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