Photo Collages & Ransom Note Poetry

Ransom Note Poetry

Today’s (Secret) Photo Collage:
Ransom Note Poetry

because bad poetry isn’t bad if you didn’t actually write it

Thanks to everyone who contributed!

the last of the reds

Today’s Photo Collage:
the last of the reds

Up next: Secret collage! I need 92 volunteers. Please e-mail me at

hipstomp(at)gmail.com

with the subject line “volunteer” and I’ll e-mail you a specific (rather simple) assignment.

The end result might be cool or it might suck, but it’s all in the trying, yeah?

red, part two

Today’s Photo Collage:
red, part two

red, part one

Well friends, I’m afraid “red” will be going up in installments since I received over a hundred submissions. Takes me some time to go through and sort ‘em.

Today’s Photo Collage:
red, part one

cash money

Today’s Photo Collage:
cash money

Up next: Something red.

Please submit to:

hipstomp(at)gmail.com
Subject: red

Thanks!

mo’ keys redux

Today’s Photo Collage:
mo’ keys redux

This is great, alla youse submitting. I’m tempted to put “Up next: penises and vaginas” to see how many people send ‘em in.

NOTE: That was a JOKE. Anyone who sends me a picture of their privates is getting a knuckle sandwich with a side of ass-whipping. You will treat the internet with respect.

Up next: Cash money. We save it, we earn it, we chase it, we burn it. Now shoot it.

Please submit to:

hipstomp(at)gmail.com
Subject: cash

Grats.

mo’ keys

Today’s Photo Collage:
mo’ keys

keys

This goes under the category of being careful what you wish for; I’ve received over a hundred photographs of keys! It’s gonna have to go up in installments.

Some of you carry some very weird shit in your pockets.

Today’s Photo Collage:
keys

Think about keys--it’s kinda weird that we have all these little pieces of metal in our pocket to stick into all these other pieces of metal. There’s something very primitive about it and yet we all carry ‘em.

When I was in Japan I lived in a low-security environment and had no work responsibilities involving the protection of real estate, so I only had one key. One. It was great!

It’s easier to lose one key than it is to lose ten, and eventually, of course, I lost it. So my apartment was unlocked for an entire month. I’d go to work and just shut the door. I’d come home and just open the door. You don’t know what that feels like to a New Yorker; it’s something like having sex without a condom crossed with driving drunk. You know you shouldn’t be doing it but it’s so much goddamn easier and it feels great.

It was a sad day when I found the key. I think it was in a shoe or something.

the morning coffee

Today’s Photo Collage:
the morning coffee

Up next: Please take a photograph of your credit card next to a birth certificate with your mother’s maiden name. Haha just kidding.

Up next: Keys.

Please submit to

hipstomp(at)gmail.com
subject: keys

Thanks!

(P.S. Please send in photos of real keys and not, say, Alicia Keys.)

The submissions dropped off rather drastically for the latest photo collage; apparently everyone has a left hand but not everyone has a morning cup of coffee. Either that or people are already getting sick of the concept.

Incidentally, if you submitted and I didn’t use your photo--sorry! It’s only because there was another one like it, or I was trying to get the rows even, or because I like totally hate you.

Seriously though, I do appreciate alla youse taking the time to send your photos in.