Crazy Brian and Stolen Studio Time

So, we have this friend. Brian. And for those of you who haven't met him, lets just say that he's special.

Being around Crazy Brian is kinda like when you read about the drunk hillbillies driving around drunk throwing lit Blackcats from a big bag of fireworks in the Camaro. You know what happens. And its not nice to the Camaro (heeey, take it easy on the leather maan).

At one point in his long and not so distinguished academic career, Crazy Brian was living in College Station and possibly going to A&M. Or not. After 8 or so years of "college," it all seems to run together. Regardless, he was working in a photo store running the processing machine. Lets just say that given Crazy Brian's attention to detail and incredibly responsible work ethic, I'm sure there were some very happy photo customers in Bryan/College Station.

I went to visit Brian one day and he took me to work. I'm not sure if he had a supervisor but I certainly assume she or he was not there at this time. While I was there, he made 8x10 blowups of drunken sorority girls that had been dropped off for processing, backed up the toilet, broke the toilet in half, and managed to accidentally cross-process someone's film (see post below). Mostly though, I remember that we grabbed a roll of film off the shelf, snuck into the photo studio in this little store, shot a roll of ridiculousness, and then immediately processed it to see the results. It was the first time I'd gotten to shoot with studio lighting and I certainly had an animated subject. I can't honestly tell you that any of the materials which captured the following image were obtained morally, ethically, or legally. That said, the store is gone (can't imagine how they could have been losing money), Crazy Brian doesn't work there or live there anymore, and I feel it is now time to unveil a masterpiece:

Crazy Brian captured in the Studio