Kyria Abrahams's Blog, page 2

An old poem I found

I Miss YouWe sleep like Pangaea.Breaking apart, and with somewhere important to go.Ancient cartographers invented white out. I want to forget you like a tail. If you need space, draw in an ocean.The striations in bedrock, markers of time I spent waiting.With you so many years have passed this week.If only I’d had the foresight to grab dirt with my fingers and pull out of your grave.When I reach the top, I gasp at pockets of air with my mouth like hungry coy.One day, we’ll all be found fossils and a man in a tan safari hat will dust us patiently with a soft brush.He'll wonder what the fuck I was wasting my time with you for. I’m the only one who can make me happy.So who cares what the soon-to-be-dead neighbors think?No one will survive the ice age. Or the horror of being your girlfriend.How barren the life spent underground, how lonely, waiting to become an indentation.

We were meant to be icebergs but we crashedOne day, a trilobite. But tonight, you're extinct. Millions of years from now, after the next round of Noah’s arks.Will you look for me? They’ll send a dove. They'll find me choking on you.  I have made many bad decisions in my life.

But you are the worst goddamn one yet..

Happyland: Two portraits of Elizabeth at 75

Happyland, Connecticut, is a housing community in Preston Connecticut. My mother lived there in 1965. She said it used to be an amusement park. According to her, the park was later torn down and replaced with homes, but the name of the park remained. And so, my mother lived in Happyland.

In this photo, the image of her younger self sitting on a couch in Happyland has been projected onto her kitchen cabinets. The cups are orange for the Thanksgiving season.




This is her prized glass coffee table. Needless to say, you're not allowed to put items on this table that are capable of scratching glass. She's had this table for a good 30 years, and there isn't a single scratch on it.
The windows are covered in plastic which is sealed with a hairdryer to save money on heat. You should do that, if you don't.

Tara and Melody's Wedding in Central Park

I had the honor of being the photographer for an intimate same-sex ceremony this morning in Central Park.

The highlight of the day (for me, that is, I assume their highlight was the "getting married" part!) was when the newlyweds' daughter turned to me and the other woman who was present as a witness, and asked us: "Do you two live together, too?"

Here are a few pictures from the day. It was a really sweet ceremony and I'll always remember it.

Hot Chicks Adopt Kittens!

Photos and text: Kyria Abrahams 
Model: Rachel Kay
Foster cat courtesy of Anjellicle Cats.
This ain't your momma's cat lady. 

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Photo Story for The New Luv

I had the honor of shooting a sexy photo spread for a upcoming fashion magazine called The New Luv. The magazine will focus on compassionate fashion without animal cruelty, with a sensual bent. I'm really excited to be a part of it as they move forward.

Check out the splash page!

http://thenewluv.com/

Here are some outtakes that didn't make the final set.






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Rachel sees her future

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Sotheby's 21st annual Take Home A Nude Benefit for the New York Academy of Art

Last Thursday, I covered Sotheby's Take Home A Nude Auction for Andrea Blanch's Musee Magazine. Here are some of my favorite photos I took of the night, including Brooke Shields, Liev Schreiber, and Oliver Zahm. More will be up at Musee shortly.


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The festive atmosphere at Sotheby's 21st Annual Take Home A Nude auction was marked by cabaret performers on stilts and a wandering 'ringmaster' singing parodies of Madonna songs. The auction featured over 150 works (not necessarily nudes) from artists such as Yoko Ono and Francesco Clemente, who was also the guest of honor.

Attendees like Brooke Shields, Daniel Boulud and Padma Lakshmi took in artwork during two-hours of cocktails and silent auctions on the 10th floor before finally heading off to dinner. Liev Shrieber and Naomi Watts were in high demand by photographers and journalists, who were drawn to her classically-styled dress from Victoria Beckham's 2012 collection.

Meanwhile, street artist and Source writer Royce Bannon wore a funky Mishka NYC button down shirt with a dinosaur pattern, and Oliver Zahm, ever the party boy, stopped to take a photo of himself kissing my shoulder tattoo. In short, the night offered something for everyone -- even if you had to leave without a $30,000 nude.
(all photos by Kyria Abrahams)

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Eileen Gugenheim and Padma Lakshmi

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Selects from Brooklyn Photoshoot Part 2

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Yesterday, I returned to Sunset Park for more photos of the beautiful Rachel Kay from http://modpoddaily.com/

It had a different vibe than our first funky, mod-styled shoot, which she wrote so generously about here, saying:

"Kyria is able to bring out your hidden personality; your sexuality and or your sensitivity. Her camera is her poetry and she simply: projects it with ease."


We went for a different style this go-round, although, as always, Rachel has that vintage flair.


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SOY LOSER: WHY I’M NOT A VEGETARIAN

Teach the controversy! Read the full article and the ensuing comments over at Street Carnage.


When I was a teenager, I briefly dabbled in being vegetarian. I was a Jehovah’s Witness. I believed in good and evil, in those who were saved and those who were marked.As such, I was a prime candidate to become a vegetarian. Inhumane factory farming techniques were not on my radar at the time. It was simply right or wrong to eat another animal, and I decided it must be wrong...

Read The Rest... 

MUSLIM STOCK PHOTOGRAPHY: THEY’RE JUST LIKE US!

Originally posted on Street Carnage.



Muslims! Jeepers creepers, you guys! What’s “up” with these Muslims, anyways?What are they up to right now? Are they queuing up, waiting their turn to burn down an embassy and riot over cartoons? According to Google, that’s what they’re up to. Layers upon layers of angry Muslims. An Escher print of fundamentalist naiveté, never-ending stairs with infinite Molotov cocktails. Do they actually believe in Allah? Does it matter? Did you know that every Muslim receives a yearly directive on a postcard in the mail, much like jury duty?The postcard says: Become irrationally angry over a movie that isn’t real. Kill people. This message will self-destruct in 10 seconds. PS: Try to place this message on an infidel as it explodes.This is what Muslims are like. Or is it?Stock photography tells a different story of the Muslim experience. The story of a kinder, more professional, more cell-phone-holding Muslim. In the world of stock photography, Muslims hold apples. They throw apples. They point at apples. They look at each other. They look at apples. They point at something off to camera left.Muslims! They burn down embassies. They have families. They hate America. They love apples!What’s going on here, liberal/conservative/libertarian/Christian/atheist-biased media? We know what you’re up to with your wily demoservative ways! You’re trying to make us love and/or hate Muslims. They’re just like us! They’re nothing like us! Huh?I ask of you: if Muslims are real people, with real thoughts and dreams and the capacity to love or even be disillusioned with their religion but feel stuck in a societal construct that forces them to pretend to be pious…then why are they holding all these apples?Why, apples? Why? There is no god. 
An apple a day keeps away tooth decay (and also stops me from raping women who don’t wear the burqa)! 


In some countries, I am allowed to be educated.

I was raped and now I will be put to death for it. Last meal? Apples. Did you even have to ask? 
Apple in my teacup! It pleases the men! Apples for the men! Do not defile the manapples! I wish I could drive a car. I am shit. 
What am I listening to? The Apples in Stereo, of course! Hey, you’ll probably want to bury me up to my neck and stone me for saying this, but I totally love this song!
Is this an apple? I do not know. That is women’s work. 
In America, they allow their women to play backgammon! In turn, the women are aroused by the phallic holes on the dice. They then have sex with all the men of the neighborhood and bring disgrace upon the home. Then they eat all the apples! They are without Allah. 
Here’s your goddamn apple, you xenophobic asshole. Now fuck off, I have homework to do.