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© Rhonda Shore

Rhonda Shore has taken a series of self-portraits with her cell phone camera that she calls "Cell Phone Photo Diary Cindy Sherman". She calls the image above "Theda Bara". You can see more of them here:

Rhonda Shore's Celph Portraits

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URGENT APPEAL!!!

Recently the Cell Phone Photos section was moved from the old site to this one. Friends and strangers are strongly urged to submit cellph portraits and other interesting images taken with their cell phone cameras -- especially ones taken in Las Vegas.

Xeni Jardin, Internet frontier scout, sent the cool cellph portrait above, taken in the bathroom of a curry house in the Silverlake district of Los Angeles -- "Curry," she wrote, "is good for the soul when you're bummed out, feeling urban ennui for one reason or another . . ." which is absolutely right.

Send your cell phone photos here:

lloyd@fabulousnoSPAMwhere.com

[After removing the capital letters from the "To:" field.]

WASABIWEAR

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My friend Juniper, who just got a cell phone camera, sends along the cellph portrait above . . . and the one below of her new(ish) Havaianas -- the latest in wasabi footwear. Havaianas, made in Brazil, were the original flip-flops, and are the most popular footwear in the world . . .

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FROM THE SIDEWALKS OF NEW YORK

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Jae sends this cellph portrait from his new phone cam . . .

CELLPH PORTRAIT BY J. B. WHITE

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J. B. White sent me this phone cam self portrait while we were talking on our land lines. He was out in his garage office in Ojai, California, where he works -- he's a specialist in long-form TV dramas and is one of the only people I know who has managed to survive in this arena in the wake of the networks's general abandonment of the form, in favor of reality television. It was the first time he'd ever used his phone to transmit a photograph.

We've known each other since college -- we're both Stanford drop-outs.

He looks really scary to me in this picture -- like a right-wing radio talk show host about to remind Americans that getting a blow-job in the Oval Office is a morally degenerate act.

In fact, he's the nicest guy I ever met in my life . . .

GO ISOTOPES!

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Cotty Chubb sends this phone cam picture of himself wearing his new Albuquerque Isotopes baseball cap. Cotty is a film producer in Hollywood -- but he's an independent, so it's o. k. I've known him since we were 13 and both cast as fairies in a prep school production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream". (How we flitted!)

Cotty writes about the hat:

"You might think, naturally enough, that the name of the team reflects the rich history of New Mexico in the development of nuclear technology but you would be wrong. In fact, the name of the baseball team in the town where Homer Simpson lives is the Isotopes, and there was a big fuss in an episode a few years ago about the team being sold to Albuquerque. Since at that time the new owner of the team, a AAA farm team of the Florida Marlins, was looking for a new name, he chose the Isotopes, apparently with the full support of the Simpsons' writers, who are, as the owner of the sports shop where I bought my cap was proud to acknowledge, heavy buyers of Isotopes-branded sports wear. Life imitates television once again. "

"And the team's popular, with more than 12,000 in the stands last night."

This takes Cayce Pollard's black Rickson's MA-1 (from "Pattern Recognition") one step further. William Gibson brought an imaginary repro flight jacket into being. The writers of "The Simpsons" have conjured up an entire baseball team.

JUNIPER SENDS CELL PHONE PHOTO

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Isn't she cute? However, I am compelled to add the following warning:

DO NOT PLAY TEXAS HOLD-'EM WITH THIS WOMAN

It was Juniper who got me to read "Pattern Recognition" by William Gibson. It happened this way:

We were talking about "Nowhere". She suddenly stood up, tossed me my jacket and said, "There's a book you have to read. Come on -- we're going to a bookstore so you can buy it right now." And that was that.

The rest is history . . .

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