:: Photography :: Convergence III :: After Friday

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Friday night's Afterparty

Okay kids, contest time. This photo is an example of why flashes are NOT such a good idea. The bright light washed out the facial features of both people looking at the camera -- no amount of digial retouching is going to help. However, outright forgery will. The best faces painted/drawn into this photograph will win an enlargement 8"x12" print of resevoir.goths or any other photograph here among the four rolls of film displayed on this website.
You can mail your pictures to: Moses Moore, c/o Free Flow Dance Co. address removed, that was in 1997
(the care-of address is because I'm moving in a month to I don't know where). tebby has identified the faces (!) as Amber on the left and "the illustrious lesbian dom who lives in livermore" on the right. Still no identity for the person in the centre.

- I can tell this photo will get a lot of hits. People tend to get a little exaggerated when they are drunk (and we pass out cold when we are stinking rotten drunk). tebby's crotch was being put on display for anyone who did or did not ask for it at the Marriott's bar for the after party. Spanky is barely visible, spared the sight of seeing where striped tights meet in the middle.

- Gadzooks I'm tired. I've been at this for 15 hours now. Maybe a Sunday deadline was a bit much to ask of myself. I mean, here's a shot of the photogenic Stephanie, Aaron of the Jim Beam bottle, Brian the visible and Brian the faceless (try c04.jpg for his face), and all I can come up with for annotated text is some self-referential monolouge. It's 5am Sunday right now and I'm gonna crash.

- Okay, so I'm not going to stop until I finish this page. So sue me. I don't know who these people are... I remember taking a photo of an odd looking couple at the bar, but I have no idea if these people are it because I used the flash again and their faces came off in the wash. Let this be a lesson: don't draw your faces on with water-soluable ink.

- My first well-done retouched photo. Someone said "If only such and such wasn't there, then the photo would be balanced. So through the magic of software I changed the image. Cameras always lie, but photographers are even worse liars. Still, it's a much better photo now of [who?], Sonic the Sage Head (actually just Sage with blue spikey hair) and Spanky (of what I called "the Handsome Three") hanging out far from the bar in the tabled cocktail wasteland of the Mariott hotel.

- I was testing the light meter, which happens to use the same button as for exposing the film. Don't bug me, I'm tired. Someone said this was actually a good shot because it has the vanishing point of the hallway, and it makes the subject look really really tall in a bizarre way. This art critic has never met Michael, and he was surprised by the next photo which shows how really really tall Michael is.

- Warm friendly person for whom I'm going to Hell for not remembering her name is (Lil') Sara, "tall goth and handsome" Michael, and Joe Colburn/Joe Tech Joe is about my height, putting him at about 5 feet 11 inches. Sara is 5 foot tall. Michael is not wearing elevator boots as far as I know. I'm certain I used some sort of optical trick in making them look taller, but I don't remember what I did.

- I'm glad the camera decided to give me 38 exposures on this roll so I could catch this. EdVamp and Nebelhexa hadn't seen each other for a year, but unfortunately the photo looks like EdVamp is looking off into space. Might have been the case, seeing as it was the end of a long night of drinking. After Nebelhexa and Eriktik retired to their hotel room, EdVamp and I did the responsible thing and cleaned up the bar. Since EdVamp is a bartender back home, he knew where to find everything we needed to clean up. Then I crashed in his room, taking Narnia's place for the night.

What, you want more comments? I already get complaints for being a verbose bastard, so be thankful I'm exhausted. It's 5:20am, I've been typing, and surfing for those cute images used at the top of each page, and testing html, for fifteen hours. The past five have been without caffeene. I'll test this page until 5:30 and then I'm going to try to sleep so I can get this done before I have to return to the real world.

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