Or post-war Europe. I don’t know. Nevertheless, enjoy:

Reflecting back us all, some pretty, some ugly.

Almost feels like oxygen to me when I take these types of photos:

Without Fiona:

Stop making Obama look like the joker and consider a less cadaverous shade of lipstick for him, OK?

Let’s take a few steps back. Me as a little kid, I didn’t get Barbie. What was I supposed to do with Barbie? Where were we supposed to go? Stuffed animals, I understood. Legos, couldn’t get enough. But this plastic doll who just looked weird?

Well, fast forward let’s say a few years and suddenly, out of nowhere I feel the need to photograph her. Now you could replace that with any number of things because well, I will photograph pretty much anything.

Yeah, so anyway, more of Barbie. Yup:

Actually, this is a rectangle and I need to repeat 8th grade geometry. Well, anyway, let’s enjoy some pictures in the meantime: