Thursday, September 30, 2010

i spent about four hours in the metro last night. there was service and contruction, waiting, sleeping and also a police investigation all keeping me stuck in brooklyn when i'm on my way home to manhattan.

 i do not want to make a complaining so heres something interesting:

i over heard one girl say this to another in a very earnest manner:

"All I can Remember is 'who is he?' and 'who am I?'.

Potentia: Part Four

The last portion of potentia is now online! credits are played at the end.

Potentia: Part Four (Plus Credits) from Larry Bao on Vimeo.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010


stuff coming up!

Thursday, September 23, 2010


Just Nod And Say Yes

Two nights ago, I was at a bar in Brooklyn. Me, the bartender, my friend and a man were the only people in the room.
I was playing pool with my friend, Peter, and the drunken man walks over.
Now, Peter and I aren't the best players at pool but we could manage getting the balls in the pockets.
The man walks up to both of us, grunting. Peter walks away to avoid any confrontation.
I stayed to see what he had to say.
"I was watchin' you kids play pool and I noticed you both forgot something. A secret. Do you want to know this secret?" The man remarked.
Feeling a bit skeptical but still curious I answered "Yes."
He said to me,
"You see you gotta trick the other player! So you want to hit the four ball in the left corner pocket. Your opponent sees that."
The four ball was what I was aiming for. I was impressed so far.
"Now, why must you hit the 4 ball?" He said.
I was confused.
"Do you want to hit the 4 ball?" He asked.
"Yes, I do. It’s an easy shot." I said
"So your opponent is also eying the 4 ball. What if you hit the 6 ball? What makes you think you shouldn’t hit the 6 ball? Then you should hit the 6 ball to the right corner pocket." speaking softly as if he was finally revealing his secret.
"Right. Ok. Yes." I murmured back.
"Now think about it. Will you think about?" he said.
"Yes. Yes I will." I said.

He then busted out in laughter like some wise man on a mountain top. The wise-man-on-the-mountain-top was drunk and giving me tips on how to trick your opponent at pool. The six ball was neither a harder shot nor an easier one compared to the four ball. It was just another shot to take. I couldn’t figure it out. The wise-man-on-the-mountain-top spoke in riddles. The wise-man-on-the-mountain-top was still laughing. I kept nodding my head yes. I felt like he wanted a response so I gave him that. Then the wise-man-on-the-mountain-top stopped laughing and looked at me. It got serious.

The bartender yelled from across the room, “Hey, leave him alone, Chip.”
She walked up to me later that night and said, “Listen honey, don’t listen to him. He’s on vacation.”

Potentia: Part Three


POTENTIA: part three from Larry Bao on Vimeo.


Potentia: Part Two


POTENTIA: part two from Larry Bao on Vimeo.

Sunday, September 19, 2010


here are a few things.

a bar with arcades= barcade




Monday, September 13, 2010


Sweet and Low

My family sold watermelons in a small farmer’s village.
Father hasn't been planting watermelons for a long time.
Praised was father for his watermelons were the sweetest, although, this is a somewhat bitter story.

Now, every family in the village claims they have the sweetest and best watermelon. Father had the sweetest watermelons, it had to be true.We knew, everyone knew, but everyone still claimed their own, the best.

Father wasn’t very boastful, but the town wanted to know. They wanted to know who in this town has the sweetest and best watermelons.
So the village decides to put up a contest. The award entitles a medal and of course, namesake. Father thought to himself that he would certainly win, no contest, but just to make sure...

Father was a very inventive fellow. He filled up a syringe with sugar water and injected each picked melon for the contest. They were well-sized melons, but nothing to be proud of. Father wasn’t proud of what he did. He didn’t think it was wrong, he had something to prove.

Laid out in front of everyone were great melons from all the competitors.

Come contest time, Father’s melons won with flying colors.

Everyone congratulated him for his skills as a farmer. Father’s head was low, and got lower with each pat on the back.

The villagers hoorayed for a good picking!
“What a great a year for us farmers!” the elders said.
One mentions, “This isn’t just the sweetest in the town, it’s the sweetest in the world!”
Another one says, “The award should be changed in that name!”
“Yeah! The medal should be changed!” says another, then another.

Father stood there with his head to the ground, deep in thought.

“Boy the colors are really nice compared to the others.” Someone says.
“But it’s the same as the others.” Father remarked.

“Ah! And the scent it’s giving is so heavenly!” Someone says.
“But it’s the same as the others.” He thought again.

“The size too is so grand and well-shaped!” Someone says.
“Well no, there are larger and better shaped melons that weren’t mine.” He thought.

“Here’s your prize!” Yelled the elders.
Father spoke in a deep tone, “No, no, I got to go. I need to go. I ought to go home. I’m leaving. Will you people give me room?”
Father was saddened for some reason. He was walking out of the festival alone at a quick pace and shouldered a bystander.

“Hey watch it!” said the man.
“I’m sorry.” father said out loud to all of us.

Sunday, September 12, 2010


Late Train Murmurs Deep

“The Trains are quiet tonight” Sean said.

Me and a group of my friends met up at our usual spot. The trains were rolling quietly on the railroad tracks but they were rolling slower than usual. Very unusual.

“You think they are going slow for those girls?” I asked.
“What girls?” Sean asked.
“The two found murdered, dead, near the lake.”
“I heard it from my mother. She’s been telling me not to run off at night”
“Well here you are!” remarked Jimmy.

The train murmured softly. A very faint whistle blow was heard from the front engine.

“Here’s the end. We better jump on.”

We hopped onto the back end of the caboose. No one ever uses these anymore. I never understood why the tracks kept ‘em.

“Why are the cabooses still attached to the trains?”
“Yeah, why are they? You know?”
“I don’t know. I mean shit, if they weren’t here, we wouldn’t have good seats for the ride!”

The train murmured softly.

“You think those girls were pretty?”
“What girls?” Sean asked.
“The girls that were killed!”
“Shit, I dunno. Doesn’t matter. They’re corpses now.” Johnny stated.
“I picture those girls being pretty. Pretty and fragile just like their age”
“More tragic that way.”
“And it’s beautiful.”
“ahhh jeez.”

The train rumbled a bit.

“How were they killed?”
“Can we drop this?”
“What, you scared?”
“No way. It’s just ruining our time. We should be lookin’ for shooting stars.”
“The government was letting some company use the lake for dumping and waste. I guess protestors showed up to the lake and found the dead bodies.”
“That’s horrible. Being killed out here? There’s no one around!”
“The conductor.” I interjected.
“Nah, he’s all the way up there. He can’t hear jack shit.”
“The trains are going slower. For them.”
“You think?”
“I think so.”

The train murmured softly.

“What train is this? Did any one of you check?”
“Shit, no I didn’t.”
“Me neither.”
“Look! Over there!”

The train started to brake. It sounded like water flowing through a lead pipe above head.
I could see two figures with the pinch of my eyes. From a distance they looked like ghosts.

“The train is stopping for those girls!”
“What girls?” Sean asked.
“Look over there! Dead girls!”
“Those aren’t ghosts. It can’t be. Ghosts aren’t real.”
“Well, What the fuck else could it be?”

I could feel it, we were all scared. And I thought they were ghosts. I took a closer look. I could see two boys, not two ghosts.
They were short and stocky from a distance.
They were gaining ground.
Short and stock boys turned into tall and grown men.
They were getting closer. They were running toward us. One of them pointed at us. They looked mad.

“Hey what the fuck are you pointing at?” Sean yelled.
“We better get off. They’re probably two train guards pissed we’re on the train.” Johnny said quietly.

It sounded more like a prayer.

“We should get off. We probably should get off.”
“Don’t point at us!” Sean yelled again.

“Oh shit!” I thought. “They don’t look like guards.”

The men bolted toward us. They were bad men.
Sean jumped off the train. Then everyone followed.

“Who the fuck are these guys?”
“Just keep running!”

The men were faster. They caught up to us pretty quick. Everything told us to separate but we couldn’t. No one wants to be alone for this. If we die, we all are gonna die.

“yell for help!”

We kept running.
“We gotta stick together” I thought. “We can’t separate. I don’t want to separate.”

“stay together guys!”
“I don’t want to die!”

I saw the opportunity to hide. There was tall shrubbery around so I split from the group. I flung myself into the bushes and hid. God damn it, I shouldn’t have. The men were still chasing after my friends! What the fuck do I do? Damn this is dreadful feeling. I don’t want to die! Niether do I wanna die alone! I’m not dying alone. I can’t die alone. I looked up at my friends and they were running frantically still. Do I take the chance? Should I be the one they kill or should I stick with everyone? If I’m freed, they won’t be. If they’re on their own they will die alone, for that’s the whole reason we should stick together.

“There’s no way those men could find me here.”
I hesitated, I was unsure.
I got up right after I dove onto the ground and kept running.

They were inching near to us. They were faster.
We hear sirens. Could this be for us?
God, please be whaling for us! The men don’t want to let us go!

Everyone ran towards the lake but Sean. Sean ran towards the road. And I followed. Sean leapt to the middle of the road. The bluish sodium street light shone. Sean’s head lit up, my head lit up, then one of the men’s head lit up. From there I could see who the man was. He was running with a gun. My body couldn’t handle it anymore. I fell. My left check settled with the asphalt. Sean was fast but he was shot. The others didn’t look back. They kept runnin’.
Sean was dying.

I don’t want to be alone for this.

“Where is everyone?”
“Where is everyone?”
“Where is everyone?”
“Where is everyone?”
“Where is everyone?”
“Where is everyone?” was repeated in my head.

Potentia: Part One

Potentia: Part One

POTENTIA: part one from Larry Bao on Vimeo.

here is the link to the vido on my vimeo. it also has more info on potentia and some other things.

since there is an upload limit on vimeo, i will be posting (uploading) each part every week. there's a total of 4 parts and the credits will be part of the last segment.


i start school tomorrow.
Sorry i've been gone for so long.
i've been busy editing a music video which i will put up really soon.
as you can see my photo website is up and running. please check it out!
i also have some writing to show you. i'll put that up asap.

The most important info i'm bout to tell you is that potentia (if you remember is a short film i did a year ago) will be up online. for right now it will be spilt into four parts and will be uploaded up on my vimeo. i would like for it to be in it's entirety but that isn't an option at this time. i'll post a link and embed the vid.

i havent been shooting fotos really. i dont remember how. HA.
i've been concentrating on writing and hopefully on school too.
i haven't forgot you.
i'll be bringing you things very soon.

Saturday, September 4, 2010


WEBSITE IS UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

since i've been waiting for my friend luke to make me a website i've gone ahead and started a "cargo collective" art site.

check it out!



holy fuck i totally forgot about this blog. i know it's only been 5 days, but i haven't really been shooting fotos. i'm still trying to settle into new york but mainly chillin' in my apt. i got a short story i wrote but i think im gonna clean it up a little bit more before i post it up. for now here's a few things:

started a tumblr with taylor.
shes got writings and i have some writings. also a lot of pictures and a lot of internet finds. check it out and follow us!


a friend made a skate edit of stuff. i don't know the origin or purpose but it's really really awesome!!! it's pretty much a bunch of friends from chicago (named the good ol' boys) skating and their antics.

makes me miss having skate trips...

edited by: PVB

good and ol from paul van berkum on Vimeo.

i'll be back soon enough once i get productive and start school.