My Own Noel and Liam Gallagher

Way before I started this blog, I knew I wanted to do a Liam and Noel Gallagher photoshoot. In early March, I headed to Columbus to celebrate my best friend’s birthday. She chose to go to a bar with live music, one that she had never been to, even though she’s lived in the city for years. It was rather loud, as live bands usually are in a small room, so she ended up herding me and the rest of the gang into another bar. Somehow we wound up throwing darts next to two guys who seemed to be having a great time.

After a liquid badge of courage, I asked a bartender for a piece of paper, scribbled down my story, took a deep breath and walked up to the guy sporting a poof of dark brown hair and a red plaid shirt. I introduced myself, said something like “You guys seem like you could be brothers and you should totally model as the Oasis brothers for my blog!” and then ran off. He seemed bewildered.

A few moments went by, and then the blond one came up out of nowhere and spoke to me. LO AND BEHOLD, THESE TWO WERE ACTUALLY BROTHERS. LIKE, BLOOD BROTHERS. I kept laughing and seriously couldn’t believe it. We then played darts together and my team lost terribly, no thanks to me. When I got home the next day, I had an email from this blog, saying it was well put together and that we should meet up for a shoot.

So, we set up a shoot. About a week before the planned date, I got a text asking if it was alright if they got haircuts. It made me chuckle; I failed to mention that my favorite thing about the real Noel and Liam is the hair. But of course, who am I to dictate hair length on people I don’t even know?

The day of, Roger, Bryon and I spent over 5 hours running around Columbus, photographing and exploring their favorite parks, homes, places and eats. All the while these two brothers fed me memories and insight about the city they adore. I discovered their preferred bubble tea smoothies, the vegetables they despise, and their distaste for Canadian geese. I learned about their different senses of adventure, about the pets and animals they grew up with, and cracked up at crazy funny stories about their dad. I grimaced when I was told that they had to look up who Oasis was (and that a scary amount of 90s kids have never heard of them). And I learned that I am the luckiest to have had the opportunity to photograph them.

This was the first shoot I have ever had where strangers modeled for me. I have a lot of experience in the photojournalism side of photography, where I’m just there to record the actions of others. I’m almost scarily good at being a fly on the wall. That part of me definitely came to light a lot more than I had wanted; I found myself observing, taking it all into my introverted self, more than talking and interacting with these two fantastic people who had allowed me, a complete stranger, to enter their lives.

I had an absolute blast on this photoshoot. Seeing the two interact the way they did – I imagine it’s just like how the real Liam and Noel interacted when they were our age. It made me appreciate having an older sister.

A long time ago, my Oasis obsession cruised in on a hot summer day. I was at Cedar Point with my friend Sarah, eating jumbo pretzels before going on the Witches’ Wheel. I overheard some song playing near an Employees Only door. I knew I had heard it before, and managed to keep the chorus in my head the rest of the day. When I got home, I poured through my mom and sister’s CD collection, and finally found it. I remember skipping around my living room as Supersonic filled the air. I’ve been hooked ever since.

Regarding the photos, I had Bryon and Roger present a fresh take on my favorite Gallagher photos that I found online and in magazines. We even went to Roger’s church where his friend and roommate let us borrow a microphone, stage and spotlight. Nicest people ever.

In a way, Roger and Bryon were the inspiration I didn’t even know I needed. This shoot sparked a fire in my will to create, and it has earned a place in my top three favorite photoshoots of all time.

I really hope you enjoy these photos as much as I do.

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The Smithereens – Blood And Roses

I love the bass line in this song, and it’s been coming up on shuffle in Spotify a lot lately. The lyrics are the perfect mix of pretty and pretty depressing.

A story about fake blood: Some number of years ago, I had just gotten out of a shitty relationship and was looking for ways to occupy my open schedule. I signed up to be an actor for the haunted houses that pop up at Blossom Music Center each September.

During the first day of tryouts, I was told I would be running in the woods as a zombie. Some happy go lucky girl with pigtails and a kid at home decked out my face to dead girl mode inside of a cramped changing room. She asked me if we could car pool each weekend.

Outside, a guy named Travis with a green face, glasses and spiky hair started talking to me about how I looked like his friend. He then proceeded to drink a Dixie cup of blood, swish it around in his mouth, and spit it all over my face and costume.

By the time the night was over, my favorite Etnies shoes were destroyed from mud and the chewing tobacco that people kept spitting into the field. I was creepily hit on by almost every single dude: one of them was nice enough to tell me that one of them had told the rest of them that he was “planning to fuck” me. It was rainy, my hair was a rats nest, and I never saw the money I was supposed to get for attending tryouts.

It was a piss ass weird night.

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Sugarcult – You’re The One

I’ve always wanted to do a DJ photo, and the first song on the Sugarcult album Start Static just happens to mention one.

Everybody knows that he is gonna steal the show
You better keep it in control or you’ll go crazy
Black mask spinning wax your record had a heart attack
It made you do the thing that drove you crazy

Here’s some outtakes, just for kicks. I definitely need to improve my DJ poses, and plan on revisiting this image.

Side note: When you type in ‘DJ’ in Google images, you get all these sweet pics of dudes spinning in neon to crowds of thousands. If you search ‘girl DJ’ you are greeted with scantily clad women spinning solo in tiny studios. Ick.

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Sugarcult – Start Static

I had the coolest 7th grade science teacher. It seemed like every week we were doing experiments: collecting germs to see how much they would grow in a petri dish, building makeshift roller coasters with foam pipe, making toy cars roll without touching them, playing Roller Coaster Tycoon. One day we all had to bring in a food and make it in class. My best friend and I went with chocolate milkshakes. All I really remember about it is looking over at her exploding blender and cracking up. To this day we still bring it up.

What this particular experiment had to do with science, I have no idea, but one day we were all told to bring in a song. Mr. James would play us each track, and we’d write down what we thought the song was called, and who sung it. If we didn’t know, we were supposed to guess.

I spent all night debating what song to choose. I finally went with Stuck In America by Sugarcult. In class, my teacher kind of head banged to it. The track received mixed reviews, and only a handful of my classmates were able to correctly identify the song. My middle school crush enjoyed it, I enjoyed it, and that was all that mattered.

Browsing the band’s website, I came across this quote from lead guitarist Marko DeSantis: “We’ve come to realize that each album we make, each song we write, is going to be around a lot longer than any of us ever will.” Well said.

My other favorite songs off this album include Bouncing Off The Walls, You’re The One, Saying Goodbye, Daddy’s Little Defect, and Hate Every Beautiful Day.

Shout out to my friend Josh for lending me an audio cable.

Disclaimer: Every piece of music-inspired artwork on this site is an original new creation. I am not affiliated with nor do I own the rights to any of the Original music artwork that has inspired me to create the new artwork found on this site.

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Veruca Salt – Eight Arms to Hold You

Growing up, this octopus-adorned Veruca Salt album was one of my favorites. To this day I put it on whenever I’m in need of an upbeat power booster. Volcano Girls, Don’t Make Me Prove It, Awesome, The Morning Sad, With David Bowie – each song off Eight Arms to Hold You oozes major girl power.

I remember trying to piece together a gigantic 3D wolf puzzle one Christmas with my sister (never finished) while listening to this album. I remember popping the white disc into my portable CD player whenever we made our monthly drives to visit my aunt in Dublin. And I remember thinking to myself, why an octopus?

After 14 years of breakup, Veruca Salt re-released their first record, American Thighs, last year. And the band decided to put together a new album to boot. Upon hearing the first new tracks – The Museum of Broken Relationships and It’s Holy – I’m eagerly anticipating its release.

Move over Victoria’s Secret. Veruca Salt will always be the world’s best VS.

I made the octopus with spaghetti and punched out a bunch of yellow stars for the starfish. Working with damp noodles was a sticky experience.

I’ve included some extra photos of the process.

Disclaimer: Every piece of music-inspired artwork on this site is an original new creation. I am not affiliated with nor do I own the rights to any of the Original music artwork that has inspired me to create the new artwork found on this site.

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