WickedAesthetics

I have been given the unique opportunity to volunteer 5 days a week at the Coroner's office. No, I will not be bringing my camera. I have no idea what I'll be doing. I have no idea what I'll see, touch, or smell. I really have no idea if I could even handle it.   I've seen and touched dead bodies in caskets but that seems like a far cry from seeing death in all it's horrible glory. I wonder if I will be completely fascinated by everything around me, such as I am with surgery, or if it will bother me. Bother me… Hard to believe something could bother me. Confession time…   I have a love / hate relationship with people's insides. In a controll

As you may have noticed, I have ventured out of my norm to experience all the wonderful things life has to offer. I was told that it would be good for me. That I should take photos of pretty things. Normal things. Things I have no particular interest in. Let some other happy SOB skip around with his camera capturing life's happy moments. Hell, while I'm at it, why don't I find some girls to get naked under the guise that I'm a photographer cause it's the only way I have a chance in hell of ever getting laid? (You know who you are you pieces of shit!) I will say that bouncing, jiggling boobies always make me happy though. Taking that first st

The above profile photo has got to be one of my all time favorites. For me, it is the most unique and a once in a lifetime moment. Every other photo in my gallery is of some procedure or human body part that is seen, performed, poked, modified, or disposed of everyday in operating rooms around the world. Even I sometimes get bored with it all. Even when bored, I sit and think "Holy Shit" I can't believe this career that I stumbled into would one day lead me into the private surgical suites of the world's most elite surgeons. These guys even pay me to come. Little did they know just how twisted I was or how much they could be saving... Hell y