So… yeah. The pantheon series is done @ 365, about halfway through the year like I had hoped. So why did I do it? Spite. The deal is I was getting very sick of watching tumblr turn into an echo chamber of the same five pictures each day, and thinking about how no one gave a shit. I knew I could do better. Even the porn on tumblr is ugly. The only rare exceptions that ever felt like they were being assembled by someone who cared, those were the ones that held strict to a theme or even better were assembled by people with a visual eye. So I got myself a theme and started dumping a few hundred photos into a folder (most of which never made the list). The funniest thing is that once I got into a decent clip, every day I’d get hits from random tumblrs reblogging my anti-tumblr series.

Selecting the list – made on the fly from the folder, with the central idea being it’s someone I admire or respect or at the very least turns me on (or in the case of Bowie all three). For the images themselves – I was going for a definitive image of the person without trying to be obvious or “iconic”. If at all possible, I wanted a picture of that person doing whatever they are great at. Barring that, a weird outtake looking press photo or screencap, if it’s an actor then something they’re not famous for. And as often as possible more than one awesome person in the shot. But to boil it down – avoiding the easy way.

Breakdowns.

- Iconoclast – 099, 090, 075, 233, 107, 089, 044, 191, 002, 200, 144, 088, 023, 007, 162, 072, 102, 159

- Music – 005, 006, 009,  015, 021, 031, 033, 038, 043, 047, 048, 050, 053, 057, 060, 061, 062, 065, 070, 073, 075, 076, 080, 081, 085, 086, 090, 093, 097, 100, 102, 107, 111, 113, 116, 123, 125, 130, 135, 136, 138, 141, 150, 151, 155, 156, 158, 160, 165, 170, 171, 173, 175, 181, 182, 189, 190, 192, 196, 202, 212, 216, 219, 220, 222, 224, 227, 228, 242, 243, 245, 258, 261, 267, 273, 278, 282, 286, 291, 293, 295, 299, 303, 3o4, 306, 315, 321, 325, 331, 332, 339, 342, 360, 362

- Comics – 016, 017, 023, 035, 039, 052, 055, 067, 101, 121, 128, 153, 166, 177, 191, 197, 200, 208, 211, 218, 223, 226, 240, 246, 253, 257, 281, 294, 307, 313, 318, 322, 330, 336, 344, 347, 350, 364

- Writing – 001, 002, 004, 018, 020, 034, 055, 056, 059,072, 077, 083, 088, 091, 096, 099, 108, 129, 134, 142, 143, 162, 172, 177, 195, 200, 208, 209, 214, 215, 223, 225, 238, 240, 246, 256, 275, 288, 294, 296, 297, 312, 334, 351

- Art – 007, 008, 012, 016, 017, 023, 028, 030, 035, 039, 055, 067, 101, 115, 120, 121, 128, 153, 191, 197, 200, 208, 211, 218, 226, 240, 249, 253, 257, 260, 270, 281, 294, 300, 307, 313, 318, 322, 330, 344, 350, 364

- Direction – 004, 017, 025, 032, 036, 056, 059, 064, 072, 079, 094, 095, 099, 105, 108, 110, 114, 119, 126, 129, 131, 132, 136, 143, 146, 154, 159, 162, 168, 174, 186, 193, 195, 201, 203, 205, 213, 215, 217, 229, 233, 238, 242, 264, 274, 275, 297, 310, 312, 324, 329, 338

- Acting – 003, 011, 013, 014, 019, 022, 024, 027, 029, 044, 049, 051, 054, 058, 063, 074, 082, 084, 089, 098, 104, 106, 109, 112, 117, 140, 145, 157, 163, 169, 176, 180, 183, 184, 186, 194, 207, 213, 229, 230, 232, 236, 237, 244, 263, 265, 266, 268, 269, 277, 279, 280, 283, 285, 290, 292, 298, 301, 302, 308, 309, 314, 317, 323, 326, 331, 333, 335, 337, 340, 341, 345, 348, 349, 354, 355, 356, 358, 365

- Funny – oo1, 003,  016, 026, 040, 059, 068, 074, 077, 083, 087, 089, 096, 104, 113, 118, 123, 127, 133, 134, 146, 147, 161, 163, 178, 179, 187, 188, 192,  198, 199, 215, 221, 231, 235, 239, 241, 247, 248, 251, 254, 255,  262, 269, 276, 279, 284, 290, 297, 305, 316, 320, 327, 328, 334, 335, 346, 351, 356

- Sex – 003, 011, 015, 024, 027, 054, 061, 063, 068, 069, 073, 082, 096, 106, 109, 116, 117, 138, 140, 144, 149, 170, 180, 190, 194, 204, 210, 245, 250, 252, 266, 274, 283, 311, 325, 333, 353, 357

Analysis

So what does my scrapbook say about me? Yes it is a scrapbook. A cool one, but the only thing seperating this and glitter glue and precious moments stickies is the flat picture/name/white background setup I got going. Music apparently dominates everything else in my life, like you needed to be told that. I place reclusive perfectionists who hold no allegiances to a genre or style, respect nothing, have their own way of working, and are probably into their own shit way too much. Overkill, as always, is something I love. 90s East Coast Rap. Guitar bands. World-building through visual not narrative means. Cartoonier or more stlyized art that’s not hamstrung by it. Storytellers over everything. Idiosyncratic singers, great singers. Acknowledged masters. Space rock. Anyone who worked with Brian Eno in the 70s and early 80s.  70s soul. Sample-based musicians. Anger. Character actors from the 70s. Character actors period. Hardasses. Detective shows. Impenetrable cool. Comedy teams that you could listen to argue for days. Commitment to being an unlikeable motherfucker. Brutal, hateful honesty. Writers who understand action. Writers who are actually funny. Science Fiction. Music video directors.  Brunettes. Oh and to rob Jared of his stock comment, yes I like asses.

Yeah, I’m done. The master list is here.  Feel free to mock me in the comments.