New Year's Eve's Diamonds in the Rough

"Gimme Some! I had some of dat in College!"

I fucking HATE New Year's Eve. And its not because I'm trying to be funny. I have worked every New Year's Eve for as long as I can remember. Whether it was delivering pizzas in 12 inches of snow for Domino's, converting kids to other religions in High School or bar tending on Rush St., I have loathed NYE. It is always a night I was miserable and alone, watching all these assholes stick their tongues in eachother's gullets as an attempt to start anew. To me it was always amateur hour. In fact, the one NYE I had off in 1999 I spent throwing a huge party at my parent's house in the burbs while they were in Mexico. We partied so hard that I landed in the hospital with a failing pancreas. While I proved to the kiddies how it was done, I still loathed the date known as 12.31.-Something. 

But not so much now. Even though I had to work for one of our finest clients (Manor Nightclub), I was able to take my newfound perspective as a married man/ photowhore and turn those nauseating moments into photographs that prove I have a fixation with girls who look like they just stepped out of a Fellini film...

Or girls who wear their orgasms on their shoulders....

And drunk behemoths at an open bar who ruin a cute couple's picture...

More to Come...