Nick and I have been meaning to schedule a shoot for almost a year (been doing a lot of those lately), and we did this one just a day before he got a large portion of his face tattooed. We shot these after the Presets show on Thursday and then it was approximately a million degrees too hot out for me to want to sit down and go through photos.

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But the A/C is on tonight and so I got to it. Between the tattoos, his scars and that cigarette, I know approximately one hundred girls and dirty-minded gays for whom Nick is a late night Williamsburg dream come to life. I also believe that most of the Gawker girls will secretly love him. Next time you guys put it to a vote, can I have some choice in the nominees?

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Stephen and Michael, party hosting duo Kids With Snakes (who, incidentally, are on the bill for my birthday party on the 14th), and I have been meaning to set up a shoot for about a year now. We see each other all the time but it’s been super difficult to schedule something where all three of us (and all my equipment) could be in the same place at the same time. So last weekend it just all sort of came together at the last minute, and we shot in Stephen’s yard and apartment in Williamsburg.

They and I have something in common, which is that there are lots of people who don’t like us. Plenty have good reason (we admit it), and plenty have no reason at all. It doesn’t really matter because we all have lots of love in our lives and we have amazing times with our friends. But, you know. There’s always a special bond between respective recipients of ‘net hate. I think that’s part of why Sarah and I get along so well.

Anyway, for being photographed so often by everyone, and despite having no problem taking their clothes off outdoors, the boys are still shy in front of a camera. So it took some time to warm up, but I really love a lot of the shots we were able to get.

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This is Denis. On Saturday he and some of my friends came over to drink and watch (honest to God) five straight hours of horror/porn film trailers with the soundtrack replaced by my random iPod playlist. I never said I wasn’t completely retarded. But before the night got too old he did some photos upstairs.

Denis doesn’t wear underwear, which I found out when his pants crept low with no sign of any briefs to censor. And since I’m not in the habit of keeping spares in the house that are previously unworn, he had to wear a pair of womens’ underwear branded with “Fatherfucker” that Peaches gave me many years ago. Being made for women, there was not much room in vital areas.

But I liked the stuff we got, especially that one in the middle, the full picture. I think this is finally the point at which I have photographed enough people in my messy bedroom, and maybe I need to paint the walls a new color or find a new place.

Andrew appeared in Diamonds in the Ruff twice, once for dressing well and once for being born well. As it turns out, he knows plenty of people that I know, so it was pretty easy to get in contact with him and ask him to come do a shoot. He did some really amazing photos in shorts atop my laundry machines but upon realization that his friends would crucify him if they hit the web, we decided to save them for the book.

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He thinks he doesn’t come out well in photos. I think he came out pretty damn well, what do you think?