Posts Tagged ‘photo’

Travelling Expenses

April 27, 2014

Bringing You Up to Date

Paul at the Tribecca Film Festival.

Paul at the Tribeca Film Festival.

Getting a little photobombing in while tipsy!

Photo by Facebook

From the Editor’s Perch…

January 27, 2012

(Semi Somewhat) Motivational Posters now available…

Lots to select from.  Reach for the stars!…  without expecting too much.  Have one now, for your own wall or workstation!  They come in many sizes.  (Contact Editor for wallet-sized pricing…)  Go to:

Photo and poster by Carl Nelson

Work, work, work… with Rita Andreeva

March 19, 2011

Editor’s Note:  Rita grew up in Russia.  She has a very ‘unvarnished’ perception of the world.  And I thought it would be interesting to hear a little bit about her background.  And, it is!  Here is the first of a few bits Rita has sent me:

Life as I Know It

“What I’d like to know is how many people out there can’t remember their early childhood, or is there something wrong with my brain?
Because out of first 6 years of my life I only remember 4 snapshots:
A huge pink piglet chasing me every time he sees me, and I’m running away from him, screaming, scared to death. (I was avenged – I was told the piglet was eaten the following winter. I was glad at first, but later felt a bit sorry for him.)
 I’m sitting on the swing talking to a deaf and mute little girl, my mom stops by and asks me how I can be talking to her, and I’m surprised to learn of her condition.
My mom throws away my toy mouse because it has a big hole, but I still love that mouse more than anything in the world and nothing can replace it.
Being in the hospital with the pneumonia and screaming bloody murder every time a nurse has to give me a shot or give me a bath.
That’s all, just those 4 things and nothing else, absolutely nothing, as if I didn’t exist.
Is that weird or is it just me?
As I got older, I remembered a little more. Not much more, though. The first 6 years of school I only remember day one of the first grade and then a bit from this or that year, but no idea which year – only the event itself, and sometimes a name of some person to go with the event. Actually, no names at all for the first few years of school, no names come to mind until maybe 5th grade. Except our dog Tim, and my mom’s second husband, Aleksei Nikolaevich – they were obtained by my mom when I was in 1st grade. I liked them both very much, Tim a little bit more. When they got divorced, both left together, the man and the dog, and my mom wouldn’t let me get another dog until she got her 3rd husband. I wonder why buying dogs was always connected to her getting married?

Funny… Somewhere around 3rd or 4th grade I remember the name of the girl I wanted to be friends with: a popular blond girl Marina Mironchikova, but don’t remember the name of the girl I was friends with. Well, not really friends – I mean, she wanted to be friends with me, and back then you had to have a friend, if you didn’t, you were considered weird. So I basically allowed that girl to think she was my friend, just during school, but avoided her after school. I also remember Marina’s best friend’s name – Natasha Nikolayeva. Natasha jealously guarded her Marina, and during school wouldn’t let me near her. So Marina ignored me while at school, but outside of school, when Natasha wasn’t around, she cheated on her friend and played with me in secret from time to time. Marina liked me too, because we both were artistic, but she explained that, naturally, because she was friends with Natasha much before we met, she had to be faithful to Natasha and couldn’t be my best friend, and because Natasha was very possessive of her, we had to act distant during school. The friendships among girls were sort of mimicking marriages – all that loyalty and jealousy and cheating…
I kept watching Marina all day with admiration and thinking how unfair life was, because we were so much more alike than her and Natasha. More out of affection than animosity we kept fiercely competing at singing and drawing, and she kept besting me at singing, but I did at drawing. She hated me being better at drawing, because she wanted to be best at everything, and that bit of resentment peculiarly accounted for her spending a bit more time with me than she would otherwise. Natasha hated it all, because she wasn’t really good at anything, except she always did her homework and had decent grades. One time when I drew a picture for Marina to give her as a surprise present and put it in Marina’s desk, Natasha found it first, crumpled it up and threw it away, without telling Marina about it. I was very hurt, because I thought Marina threw away my drawing.” – Rita

Photo by Carl Nelson

Fashion with Chris

December 5, 2010

Chris Worked Up a Sweat in the Studio This Past Week

If Christmas is Coming, Can Fall Be Far Behind?

The answer is, No!  After much delay due to previous film commitments, Chris finally has made it back into the studio to set down his latest Fall and Winter line-up.  Watch for follow-up!

Photo by Carl Nelson

From the Editor’s Perch

July 25, 2010

“When the competition is over, the Kings and the Pawns all go back in the same box.”

                                          –  Italian proverb




From what I’ve been able to glean from Wikipedia, each fertilized human embryo represents a huge Oklahoma-like Land Rush representing an average 30 million sperm participants.  And the fellow/woman you’re looking at here, sleeping under this thin grey coverlet, represents the winner of such an event.  So think about this: each person you encounter every day has been enormously successful.  And I mean on the level of a Bill Gates.   

So what about this poor fellow/woman?  Well, my first thought would be that indeed, “winning IS everything”.  But, by that I mean, success in one sphere does not necessarily transfer well to another.  (i.e. that’s all it was, and now it’s gone.) 

In fact, we’re all has-beens.  It will be the very rare person who can replicate the success they had by just being born.  So, I think we shouldn’t be alarmed so much by failure… By being broke?  Well, yes.  Maybe a bit – or even a lot!   But I think each of us should get up each day and walk with our shoulders back and our head up – in light of the immense success we already are… even if you’re a little hungry and sleeping under a bridge.

                                         – Carl Nelson

Photos by Carl Nelson

The Seattle Celebrity News!

June 26, 2010


Reporter Jeff Mandels

Photographer Scot Bastian

Bill Selig and Barbara Lindsay at Home

Our intrepid reporter Jeff (‘total recall’) Mandels and photographer Scot Bastian were able to interrupt  local celebrity Barbara Lindsay while onstage at ArtsWest in Seattle.  In between acts, (and later at her home) they were able to record this interview with her and her ‘purported’ husband Bill Selig.  Though the tape has been confiscated and destroyed, a transcipt of those events  follows, based on the Jeff’s (& Scot’s) recollection.

To read the transcript just click on the Page: Stage Interview with Barbara Lindsay (to the right).

A Small Boy’s Photo

May 11, 2010

Poem by Carl Nelson / Voice by Lynn Nelson

Oh, the Spring! (Mole’s Song)

May 4, 2010

Photo/Poster by Carl Nelson

Poem by Carl Nelson / Voice of John Ruoff

My Eyes Are Swimming Like Fish

May 4, 2010

Photo by Carl Nelson

Poem by Carl Nelson / Voice of John Ruoff

The Ocean

May 4, 2010

Photo by Carl Nelson

Poem by Carl Nelson / Voice of John Ruoff

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