Jeremy Gonzalez

The nose. Oh no, the nose! Anonymous. Like a deep breath.

At last glance I think I was somewhere in between here and then, shifting back and forth in my metaphysical chair scratching notes into the underside of my desk. That sounds about right. But, now I awaken in the midst of another adventure altogether. The sea looks warm and the sky is in full illumination. And here I am, on the wake of a third decade, with tracks that seem to be modestly spaced. I find a train ticket in the breast pocket of a worn button up dress shirt. I wonder where that ride might have taken me. I guess it doesn’t matter now, I am well on my way towards a different destination. How many chapters can one expect from an unfinished book? Is there even any way to gauge something like that at the beginning of an unwritten chapter? Perhaps not, but I am reminded of a single droplet gathering mass around the lip of a silver faucet. At some point gravity always wins, and that might not be such a bad thing. The restless never sleep, but I ought not fulfill that expectation

Oh, it is time for another tumbl, but I am not sure what to say. So,  I will say, “hey”, I redid my website and now I need to make new content. http://jermzv2.com/

I used to do stuff like this all the time, but now that I have a new sketch book and a scanner I want to start playing around again.

And how do you look through the eyes of the defeated? A punched up tourniquet sparked with fear and envy. She sits alone with two pieces of hurt between her lips, a ghost of past libations. They offer nothing. Instead, you feel the sting in your solar plexus — I will bring you forth, but for the good of the good. And doeth no wrong as henceforth you are my shadow — She thinks her unearthly thoughts and picks apart the Constructs. Will you be heard? They chase off the balance of the Center, off the path to the bold of darkness. There are rumors. They slide down the walls around us all — For each is his/her own empathy, and through our collective calm we shall proceed into that which ties us all — I pay attention but rarely do I give much thought. I hear it ringing. It attacks my senses, but I pay no head, for I am not the defeated — And in this truth we will rise to realization that we are not ourselves. We are not our broken bodies. We are not our misdeeds and misguided charities. We are everything — She sits alone, and rarely do they pay her any mind.

So, me and Nichole had been wanting to collaborate again ever since our last photo shoot for the Bakotopia News Years cover. We’ve had several things planned that fell through for various reasons before she moved to Santa Barbara. So, once the new year rolled around again, we decided to make a better effort to get things done. We finally set a shoot date at the end of March and were all set and ready to go. That was until a crazy storm decided to roll through and flood everyone out. Fortunately, we had better luck a week later and had some fun. Here are some of the images that I put together. All of the outfits were create by Nichole. You can check out more of her work at www.napidesigns.com

Photos by Jeremy Gonzalez (No Image Photography)
Clothes by Nichole Patino (Nap Designs)
Model Heather Berhosky (Antietam)

Hello tumbl town. It’s been a long time ‘tween. I’ve been doing a lot of events lately and have neglected to post anything here. I was building my blog on my photography site, but got distracted so it still isn’t live. I have been doing a lot of photo manipulation lately. Most of it just sits on my computer and gives me a laugh now and then. I do notice a theme trending. My fascination with space and alien life forms has definitely made its way into my work. Here are just a few examples of what will probably be a recurring theme.

Close encounter of the first kind. Epic jam session is halted by an unlikely observer.

Close encounter of the second kind. Our visitors are a bit more curious this time around.

Close encounter of the third kind. Their work in alien human hybridization is quite advanced these days. One can only imagine what the future holds.

Those who know me, know I love to mess around with my photos. Most of them never get posted up anywhere, and most of them are usually just to make me laugh. Lately, I’ve been thinking of taking this a bit more seriously (or as close to serious as I can realistically come) and decided I want to develop a portfolio of my quirky images to be used as ad campaigns.

I messaged my cousin a last week and asked if he wanted to help me with a car test-shoot. I never really photographed cars before, so I thought I would give it a try before I took up a project for a body shop. My cousin has a few cars he was fixing up so I thought he might want to have them model for me.

We took his blue Toyota out and shot a couple on the east side. I just set up some lights and took some different shots. Of course, whenever me and my cousin get together, things can get pretty random. So, I ended up with the image below.

Larger version here: http://www.noimagephotography.com/hit-and-run.php

My original idea was to add my cat into the image and make it look like was holding him on a leash. He’s always has these incredible leaps when he plays “string,” but as expected, he was camera shy. So, I opted for my best Harry Potter impression instead.

The first time I witnessed a Circa show was a few years back when they came to the Montgomery World Plaza here in Bakersfield. My brother Jacob and my friend Jessica were both fans so I decided I would go check out the show. Once they hit the stage the crowd went nuts. The show stopped a dozen times just so Anthony Green could instruct the audience to “get the fuck back!” So, when I heard they were going to play a drastically smaller venue, Jerry’s Pizza, I knew it was going to be crazy. So, when it came to the day of the show, I still wasn’t sure how it was going to work but I grabbed my camera and headed out to the venue.

Circa fans wrapping around the block before the doors opened

Oh Brother - Sound check

Dear Hunter guitarist manipulating some pedals

Anthony Green gets the packed crowd riled up.

Stage starts to disappear and security does it’s best to control the crowd.

More photos:

Bakotopia.com - Seen on the Scene | Matt Munoz’ Weekly Lowdown
No Image Photography - Event Photos

Event access courtesy of Bakotopia.com

Every once in a while I will go through some old photos and give them a new edit, or just post them somewhere. It’s like having new pictures, only they are old.

These two images come from the second part of a shoot I did with Kyleigh. It was totally random. I think we spent some time at Target looking for random props to use. For this part of the shoot I just decided to throw some duct tape in to match the bow. I could go for some more duct tape, but it was kind of fun.

So, I had come up with an idea to work together with a few other photographers. We were each going to take a scene from a popular story and create our own image to put in a series. The model I had chosen to work with sent me a text saying she was going to dye her hair and asked if that was a problem. Since the main point was for her to have blonde hair, I invited her over last minute to see if we could get anything done. It wasn’t really what I was going for, but the image was kind of interesting.

I think it was around Halloween that I spoke with Amber about doing a photo shoot. Amber was a friend of my good friend Brittany, and so Brittany came by towards the end of the shoot. I’m really not sure how we ended up in the bathroom, but I do recall all of us thinking it would be a good idea to wrap Amber up in toilet paper. The lighting was bad and I’m pretty certain I wasn’t in focus, but the image was kind of fun so I tried to clean it up a bit.