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13 Sunday Jul 2025

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Dear Janolytes,

I sit here now chilling on my day off, my soul filled with a Starbucks Caramel Ribbon Crunch, led lights cascading my face,  pothos hanging above me, and Doechii playing via Spotify.

Waddup yo.

I’m off from Cottonfield 12 trying to catch up on things, like cleaning, organizing and this website. At some point I need to restart looking for a job, hopefully all the witchcraft I’d been doing will pay off.

Sick of these niggas. So sick.

This issue is honestly really fucking simple. Real simple. No elaborate plots, crafting plans, trying to find a nice backdrop to paint my creative visions on.

Simple right.

Ready? Here we go.

Its Spring 2021 and a nigga is feeling somewhat social. As social as I can be giving where i was working at the time. Fuck Cottonfield 6.5.  In case you are wondering how I went from 6.5 to 12 I’ll explain.

So if I went back to a cotton field it gets a .5. Returning here wasn’t exactly what I wanted but niggas needed a job Fall 2020. Especially since I wasn’t getting those wonderful COVID checks from Cottonfield 10, and the funds I had was on the verge of being fully evaporated.

Desperation will make you do strange things. If I won’t shy I would sell drugs or sell meat pictures.

Anyway I decided to visit 1 of my homeboys, and it was a simple visit. Nothing major at all. We caught up as we watched TV and he played video games. At some point it hit me he had a vast and impressive wardrobe. We know what came out of my mouth next…

Do you want to model for me nigga?

He said yea and BAM new photo journey unlocked. The plan was try to do it before Summer or when it got hot as fuck.

FULL FIELD NIGGA HEAT HOT.

At some point I scouted an area in downtown Charlotte and what I thought would be a simple adventure ended up taking a year later.

But Jano why?

Do you remember some issues in 2021 how I was having car issues.  Yea that is the conflict in this arc. From late March until early October 2021 transportation was an issue for me.  With that any shoot idea got halted, postponed or didn’t happen. At some point I left Cotton field 6.5 to Cotton field 11 simply because despite how much Bezos is benefiting from us ordering online My hours and pay were trash, and wasn’t covering my car repairs which weren’t solving the issue of my car stalling.

Ugh.

No it was a fucking arc bro. I barely saw my niggas, hoping in Lyfts to and from the field in early covid years, or I had to share a car with my ex. All of it was horrendous. By the time I car got fixed it was fall and I decided to revisit the idea come Spring 2022 since Cottonfields 11 busy time was Halloween, then the egregious fall and winter descended on us like locust in the Bible.

Side Note I’m listing to Charles Hamilton now now. Spotify can we just get this niggas WHOLE Discography on your platform, forever.

Back to the program.

Spring 2022 arrived and I hit up my homeboy. I’m not sure what was in the air of Spring 2022 but spring was busy. Between plotting photo shoots, working on my comic, doing vendor opportunities and other things happening.

He said he was still down for the cause, we picked a date and BAM light skin magic happened.

I picked him up, confirmed the outfit selection we had already chose, and headed to downtown one Spring Sunday Morning. I can honestly say this is one funniest shoots I’ve done.

Despite how much he verbalized in a comical manner how much he was tired of walking he also delivered in poses. Towards the end I played a song I remembered him vibing out to from our hangout sessions from years ago.

I think it was Never gonna give you up by Rick Astley. I think. I knew then, obviously not now.  But the authentic joy he showed was photo worthy. And with that we wrapped up, dropped him off, and  I went to prepare for the slave week ahead.

Moral of the story. Kick it with your niggas just for the simple joy of kicking it with your niggas. If something comes along that helps your passion, its a bonus. But def spend time with your friends when you can. You never know when you get the feeling to google a friend, only to discover that they passed away 2 years ago and you haven’t seen them in years.

Wait what?

Yea…..

 

Hey Google Play

Rina Samayama -Bad Friend

Anyway to see images from this fun filled light skin day click here.

Also

I finally made my Team Jano shirts. Finally.

Go Buy. 

I’m about to do Yoga and dive into a video game coma. I’m pretty sure I should beat Final Fantasy 7. Its been about 8 years since I started.

I know I know.

*Says this and plays Batman Arkham Knight instead.

Let The Dead Watch

02 Sunday Sep 2018

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Dear Friends of Jano,

Before we get started I just want to publicly lament how I couldn’t accomplish any of my travel goals this year because of typical job fickleness. Maybe next year I can I go afford to go to DragonCon, AfroPunk, and Charleston SC.Oh the goals I had this year, and how life scoffed at said goals. Maybe next year. Hell I hope next year I can afford to use the air conditioning,NIGGA it is September and it is still hot as fuck. NIGGA!! At this point my body has adjusted to the heat, mostly.

At least Eminem dropped a new CD which I heard is fiya. Its the little things in life that give me pleasure, especially the big victories that allude me.

ANYWAY.

Spoiler Alert. The next few issues about my photography journey will be filled with mass amounts of Shade, Salt and Sarcasm. More so than usual.

So who remembers the movie The Craft? Ya know the movie with 4 witches on the west coast. Right, well I just recently saw the movie for the first time in December of the cunt bag year of 2016.

Damn Jano, why so late?

Look we can have a whole discussion of all the movies I never saw growing up, if you really want that disappointment just email me.

I saw it and my spirit liked it, so much to the point that it inspired to do a Craft themed photoshoot. April 2017 came and I took to Craigslist and placed an ad, figured since I got a model in a quick fashion last time it would be just as easy.

Things were not that easy. Not at All.

When I planned this out in my head I wanted this to be a two parter. Half of it would take place on UNCC’s campus and the other half in a graveyard. Not any graveyard, I wanted a graveyard with actual headstones not just plaques. I had to google graveyards, because not like I spend times chilling in graveyards. Well there was that one time back in summer 08 when I was home for break. Two of my friends were like lets go hang out at a graveyard and drink late Saturday night. Spoiler Alert, that shit was kinda odd at least for me, for my two homeboys it was just another night.. Fear of being arrested is a very real thing. But man things were simpler back then.

Anyway.

My graveyard search didn’t last long, literally the first place I decided to check out had the atmosphere I was looking for. Thank you Elmwood Cemetery. Now for the model.

MAAAAAAN Listen. Arduous does not define the fuckery of this process. Holy fucking fuck of AIDS cunt fuckdom. I did get some candidates who I were legit impressed by, but these basic face Beckys would stop replying. How the FUCK do you sign up to do a witch themed photoshoot but have issues taking pictures in a graveyard? Basic fucking white girls.

Dear White People, don’t claim a lifestyle that you ain’t really down for.

The other candidates who replied to the Ad, I legit didn’t like their aesthetic. At all. Spoiler Alert, I am picky at times. Despite the desire to knock out a project I’m not just gonna accept anybody. What type of nigga do you think I am? Gosh.

There was one girl who was totally excited for the entire concept. She was fine with the graveyard, I liked her face (well how she made up her face) and I genuinely thought she was going to bring my project to life.

Nope.

At some point this little pale,sour face, anorexia nervosa, spoiled cunt stopped replying to my messages when I reached out to see if she was still down. I think I saw her working at a Starbucks at Northlake mall. I legit wanted to bash her head into the pastry container and pour hot coffee on this bitch, after I pummel her to death with a god damn scone.I bet her pussy smells like rotten garlic and a spoiled Mcdonald egg mcmuffin.

Side note, I’m actually a really chill and lackadaisical person….until you waste my time or piss me off.

At this point we are in July. Yes Friends of Jano, fucking July.

A girl replies and says she wants to model for me but thinks because she is black I won’t pick her. I tell her I don’t give a fuck as long I think she can help bring my idea to life. So she replied back with her photo and I was like YAAAAAAS. I liked her face, especially since unlike the others girls who replied she didn’t have much if any make up on in any of the photos she sent me.

And now ya’ll know where I got the term basic face Beckys, because majority of the white girl population have very beat down and bland faces without make up. Google it. Even though I don’t think this should be news.Some don’t and I applaud ya’ll for over coming that genetic defect.

Anyway we make plans to meet one day. I get downtown and try to figure out a place to park, I almost had to push this old white woman into traffic when I asked her about downtown parking and she replied with a preppy attitude. Bitch I hope your lover gives you an STD, and lets a homeless person piss on your sunburnt skin.

I told ya’ll I’m full of high grade sodium chloride for the next few issues.

We meet at the Graveyard and we vibe with each other the entire time. She tells me she hasn’t modeled in a while, I tell her its Kool as we both played off each others ideas. I had to go get quarters for our parking meters at some point, as I did that she did an outfit change. The only problem I had the entire time that there was a homeless guy who 1. Looked like he was gonna take out stuff and 2. This nigga was in the back of my potential shots so I had to rearrange what I wanted to.

OMG Jano, I can’t believe you actually did a photoshoot in a graveyard.

Look, I have dreams to follow. Plus according to all the tombstones I’m pretty sure everyone buried were old racist fucking white people. And I took great joy in trampling over their hate filled graves. I would legit fuck in a graveyard, pull out and bust my nigga cum from my bbc. Bukake for all the dead racist spirits.

Reparations Nigga!! *Dave Chappelle voice.

Anyway.

When it was over we went Amelies and she told me about the type of photos she wanted to do. I was like word sounds fun. None of them have happened yet but maybe one day hopefully. In the meantime to see the photos from this day that took 3 months in the fucking making click here.

Next issue will be special issue for lack of better words, so it won’t be any where near this amount of shade and hostility. Not to say it won’t be there but it will be diluted compared to this. Until then I’m gonna finish up rewatching Gundam Wing. 18 years later I still love that show.