Pylon Paradigm.

Posted in She Is Nicotine. with tags , , , , , on July 22, 2009 by sheisnicotine

Make Pylon Not War

The world always tells us to stop. To think things through. To analyze before you realize. To look both ways before you cross the street. Someone is always putting a pylon in our path, and telling us to take another route. How will you achieve anything at all if you don’t just take the mental leap. Success is not out of arms reach, people are just far to scared to extend their arms for it. I often find people waiting around for something to happen but not actually taking the time to make it happen. JUST DO IT. Have the corporate gods not hammered the slogan into your head enough. JUST FUCKING DO IT.  Will you sometimes fall? Yes. Will you bruise your knees? Yes. May you sometimes get hit by a proverbial bus? Probably. But at least you stepped off a sidewalk crowded with the bahing sheep of everyday life. 

So pick up the fucking pylon, and tell them to go to hell, you are gonna drive down the road anyway. You just probably wont look as good as these two doing it.

Girls having a pylon fight at 3am on route to a second club after a cab ride spent chugging “water”? They Are Nicotine.



Summertime, and the livings easy.

Posted in She Is Nicotine. with tags , , , , , on June 24, 2009 by sheisnicotine


Summertime has come again. It’s time for patios, and laying in parks. For beautiful girls, and tanned skin. For sunglasses that fill up faces, and shorts that barely exist. For long bike rides where there is no destination in mind, only you always know your going to end up somewhere. For going places alone, and finding friends who like you, congregate where the sun is the brightest. For sipping Yarrito’s in the back of pickup trucks, and holding cool drinks to hot necks, shivering and laughing the whole time. For pool hopping, and outdoor parties.  And midday debauchery. Always midday debauchery. Who says you can’t drink before noon?

Its summer, and summer Is Nicotine.

Purple is the new Black.

Posted in She Is Nicotine. with tags , , , , , on May 31, 2009 by sheisnicotine


One of my favourite fashion magazines has got to be Purple. Since it’s inception, Purple Fashion Magazine has been offering readers countless iconic shots and interesting takes on popular themes. Always pushing the envelope, Purple has worked closely with some of the fashion industries bad boys, like Terry Richardson for instance. I have always admired the grittyness of Purple, and a lot of that due to this man, editor and founder, Olivier Zahm. He recently launched a blog in conjunction with the magazine called Purple Diary (

I took this shot of Olivier in the Tuileries following the Dior show. We walked and chatted about film and all things beautiful. He left on his scooter, the epitome of la vie en France.

Olivier Zahm Is Nicotine.

Purple Fashion Magazine Is Nicotine.

Aussies are mad.

Posted in She Is Nicotine. with tags , , , , , on May 30, 2009 by sheisnicotine


I met a lot of very interesting people in NY, but one that sticks out in my mind is my friend the Aussie. All around the world I run into Aussie’s and although they are a completely hidden minority, they are always the craziest, most fun, and frankly quite insane people I have met. They drink the longest, party the hardest, smile the biggest, and laugh the loudest. I can only imagine what being in a country full of them is like.

This particular girl from down under is Tallulah. She is a riot, and a completely lovely person. We met in Paris, under circumstances of utter debauchery and quite frankly alcoholism (See the post: My Girl Likes To Party All The Time), and caught up in NY where those same circumstances were in full swing. Staying beautiful after drinking nearly 1L of vodka only hours before, and not sleeping is no easy task. But I think she pulls it off.

Tallulah Morton, She Is Nicotine.

Midnight Haircuts.

Posted in She Is Nicotine. with tags , , , , , , on May 13, 2009 by sheisnicotine

Those bangs didnt stand a chance.

Those bangs didnt stand a chance.

The booze is fast flowing, and the liquid libation has loosened up both tongue and mind. You start to run your fingers through your hair, been drenched, and begin to notice a series of flaws that you never noticed in the sober realm. Upon further inspection, and a few more bottles of the brown stuff, you grow to sorta hate the way your hair looks. With no mirror other then your clouded brain you long to hack at it until it feels just right to your fingers. And then you remember, you are in the house that hair and makeup built. In a veritable temple of tactility, you realize that the man across from you, although barely able to stand, is a qualified hairdresser. So you instruct him in your most ladylike voice to “Give me a fucking haircut”. And although his good buddy Vic is weighing heavily on his mind, he goes at it like its 12pm, not 12am, like hes stone cold sober, not sweat hot drunk. And that ladies and gents is how one goes about a Midnight Haircut.

The lovely lady going at her bangs with a straight bladed razer is none other then the awesome Janelle. You may recognize her from that series of super fun Belvedere vodka ads alongside another midnight avenger Mr. Terry R. Any girl who can look devilishly innocent while holding a straight-blade is alright by me.

Janelle with a razer and a midnight haircut, She Is Nicotine.

Miss, I love your shape.

Posted in She Is Nicotine. with tags , , , , , , on April 27, 2009 by sheisnicotine

Oh Leigh

This girl is quite a piece of work. Not only is she really fun, but she was also incredibly interesting to talk to and hang with. Yes of course I’m talking about Leigh Lazark, 1/3 of the party trio the Misshapes. I snapped this backstage at the Jeremy Scott show, while the mad japarazzi was mobbing Kanye and his little lady. So me and Leigh got to know one another. You can’t see it in the picture but dear Leigh was nursing a fashion related injury. You see while skating at the V-man party in NYC the week before she injured her finger. But she didn’t let that stop her from being fabulous in Paris, what a trooper. Oh, the hazards of fashion. Leigh’s seem to be taking over, oh well I love the name.

Leigh Lezark, She Is Nicotine.

Nude, yeah?

Posted in She Is Nicotine. with tags , , , , , on April 20, 2009 by sheisnicotine

Big Nudes - Helmut Newton

So I have been wondering for awhile now the relevance in shooting nudity. I mean to me it always seemed an easy excuse for art. Take a photo of a girl naked and instantly you have something beautiful and artistic. But really is it? I mean the human form, whether male or female is most certainly beautiful and mysterious, but then isn’t that a cop out? That was my way of thinking until I re-discovered the works of Helmut Newton. He shot nudes, but he gave them character. With him the naked body became a canvas with which to present mood, strength and  true art. He didn’t shoot nudes for the sake of the nudity itself, he used the nakedness as one part of a whole bigger theme, something that I think many photographers don’t do.

Helmut Newton is Nicotine. Big, long hair is Nicotine. Girls with nice eyes are Nicotine.

Leigh holding a book by Helmut Newton, with long hair and big eyes, She Is Nicotine.