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mek(ong)

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scan.

scan.

cringe.

sigh.

scan.

curse.

scan.

throw something.

scan.

scan.

sigh.

pout.

scan.

groan.

scan.

scan.

ugh.

wash it all down with a sea breeze and a pizza,

and call it a day.

stinky

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Written by canepari

June 30, 2011 at 4:49 pm

mekon(g)

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honestly,

i think the King of Thailand and myself,

the King of Caneparidoesitbetter,

would be great friends.

first off,

we are both jazz aficionados.

(benny goodman???

is that the best you could do?

you’re the king!

couldn’t you have pulled the royal trigger on mingus or miles or max or monk or

even herbie-fucking-mann would have sufficed!

benny’s a hack!)

secondly,

we are both wild animal lovers.

( i wont lie though.  i fucking hate horses)

neither one of us is afraid of sporting radical headwear.

(between you and i,

i wouldn’t be caught dead with a gold chandelier on my dome!)

and best yet,

like myself,

the man knows his way around a camera.

(check out how focused he is as he removes his lens cap.

boom!)

on a side note, solid gold king of thailand leica M6!  what!

goddamn,

he’s a titan.

we’re meant to be together.

long live the King!

long live canepari!

Written by canepari

June 23, 2011 at 6:47 pm

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no one said it was going to be easy.

it started when the me(k)ong ate my hassy.

then g.o.d. snapped fergie’s bessa.

after that,

a Cambodian river slum pickpocketed my sekonic.

no one said it was going to be pretty.

paddy’s hassy snapped once and crackled once.

and for awhile,

my new xpan was stuck on stupid.

luckily both did recover,

but not before agitating my agita.

and then,

after SE Asia had practically chewed up and spit out my entire analog repertoire,

my 5D mark II,

130,000 snaps and 15 countries my ally,

exploded at my little brother’s 8th grade graduation

(congratulations snake!!).

ugh.

shutter pop.

mirror pop.

camera pop.

death.

now,

i’ve developed a complex.

black hand of destruction.

the Kali of photo paraphernalia.

i blame cooper first.

then myself.

now,

it’s just part of canepari’s myth.

you will know me by the trail of dead cameras i leave in my wake.

king (me)kong

Written by canepari

June 15, 2011 at 9:46 pm

m(ekong)

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The Art of Naming a Photo Essay.

by

zackary david canepari.

step one.

nodoze.

step two.

crown and ginger.

step three.

get a car.

preferibly an SUV with some space and a sun roof.

close the windows.

lock the doors.

step four.

from beginning to end,

listen to any one of the wu-tang clan’s first 5 albums.

cuban linx is the obvious choice.

tical is my secret weapon.

step five.

let nature take its course

disclaimer;

this method isn’t scientific.

if you find yourself suffocating in an old toyota 4-runner,

A-Son blowing out your woofer

and a nodoze/whiskey headache on the horizon,

than this might not be the answer for you.

if you do reach this point,

i recommend the path of least resistance.

name the essay after the thing/place/people you photographed.

maybe throw some random parantheses in there for effect.

and

call it a day

like so.

m(ekong)

you’re welcome

Written by canepari

June 9, 2011 at 3:10 pm