The most pretentiously arty photo I have ever taken

sharke

 
Was sat in the window of a coffee shop on 5th Avenue. I'm thinking this would be ideal for a Suzanne Vega album cover, should the 1980's ever roll around again (unlikely due to inherent limitations of the space/time continuum). 

...or lack of any real sense in the music industry...

Here's one I took from a friend's apartment a while ago, wasn't happy about climbing up onto the wall to get it because a certain amount of shall we say puckering took place....
 

Here's a recent one taken of my nabe
 

 
No wait...it was from 3 years ago. Thought it looked a bit dated. 

sharke
I also like this one taken in Midtown of a lady with legs from here to ya-ya. 
 

 
Unless it's a dood?

Well all I can say is that if you had taken a B&W photo from behind of me wandering down the street in tight pants and heels when I was in my late teens/very early twenties that's pretty much exactly what you would have gotten.
 
I rarely wore high heels tho.

Beepster

sharke
I also like this one taken in Midtown of a lady with legs from here to ya-ya. 
 

 
Unless it's a dood?

Well all I can say is that if you had taken a B&W photo from behind of me wandering down the street in tight pants and heels when I was in my late teens/very early twenties that's pretty much exactly what you would have gotten.
 
I rarely wore high heels tho.

My, you have such womanly hips!

In all seriousness though... that person needs to be genetically tested for Marfan Syndrome.
 

I could see a trick of the lens/moment accentuating the features I'm seeing but there is so much more indicators. The hands in particular.
 
They told me I had it up until about a year or so ago... except I didn't die (and they finally did the genetic test).
 
After about a decade of being told my heart could just randomly explode and I would die unless I got under the knife within 20 minutes I must say I was rather relieved to learn that was not the case.
 
Then I got a wee bit miffed that I had spent a decade under the impression that my heart could (and eventually would) explode randomly at some point.
 
Now I'll just likely die of a good old fashion heart attack or some form of cancer hopefully at least twenty years down the road like a normal old fart.
 
So I got that goin' for me.

Perhaps.
 
Of course these things are relative.
 
I've known lankier doods... but not many.

sharke
 
 
 
 
Unless it's a dood?

That was certainly my first thought

In other related news...
 
When I was briefly in high school (shortly before getting booted out) I was hanging out with the boys in the yard with my back turned toward the school and this little spacey grunger type chick from another class comes running up yelling "Joey!! Joey!!"... which of course is not my name.
 
I turn around and she's like "Oh, it's you. I thought for a second Joey Ramone was here. What's up?". At first I thought it was a put on but nope... for some bizarre reason (probably just smoked a dewb or some crap) she was convinced, for some bizarre reason, Joey Ramone had just randomly showed up at an even more random southern ON high school and was hanging out with a bunch of drewgie teens in the yard.
 
It was pretty funny. I should have asked her out. She was cute... but yanno, teenage boys are stoopid.

sharke
I once went into the big post office opposite Penn Station to mail a package, and the lady behind the counter says "Oh I know who you are...it's on the tip of my tongue....you're in the movies right? And I think I've seen you on TV. Oh don't tell me....don't tell me...." 
 
So I didn't. 
 
And she continues to keep wracking her brains. In the end she just says "but you are though, aren't you?" And I winked and said "I sure am" and walked away. That was about 8 years ago. I wonder if she's figured out that I am indeed sharke? 

You were great in that Bapu biopic.

sharke
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#eeeewwwww

I do understand the conundrum, as I have experienced it myself. It seems the only way some people communicate.
 
Still though...
 
#ick
 
 

At first was like...
 
now I'm all...