FREZNO IS WACK.

Take a fast-drive into a cement wall- broken AC sweat stained moustache drippin’ – ugly streets – stupid palm trees standin’ in an ugly row tellin’ you to run away from here fast – dirt in your ratty hair – Mexican blood on your vinyl split seat –broken glass smashed in your white forehead-taco bell trash bin-livin’ – leftover drugs and dirt-crusty-boogers in your pitted nose- old polyester peoples in big olds-mobiles sipping warm-stale ice tea – nothing to do - bored as hell - drink and drive right into a canal- skate and fight night- hump and cuss – armpit fruit pickin' capitol of Californian America blues- redheaded-central valley-stepchild California anthem – KISS RULES-kiss my ass – go blank yourself-broken down bus- crops of stinky mean-green growin'- bandana over your fat face black shades - smilin' skinny Santa bringing needles in a brown bag head first down the chimney- growing dirt for sale will sell cheap- dirt in your skinny face-blood on your clenched scabbed fist- naked tattoo love bedbugs bite- wish I could float on a dirty canal right on out of here-float down to LA -find an empty dream and latch on to it- spray paint my heart jet black- smelly bus- smelly butt crack...




FREZNO IS WACK.

Tony Stamolis' tour de armpit of California Fresno force is righteous-mad-style white trash migrant worker livin' blues baby… a photographic onslaught of ugly dirty beauty… a freakin’ camera full of fugly-poppin’ pill-mushroom-love. This book is an ode to a brand of America, an ode to a bakin' blazin' hot dusty suburb city… an ode to the lives that just keep livin’, the lives that just keep givin’-that keep on dyin’ and keep on wiggin’… the one’s that fry like the sun, and pop like a bottlerocket – blazing fast and then burned out dead in the night-turned to ashes. This is the America that will tell you to kiss their ass and then share a beer with you while your car is overheating- light a smoke sucka you have no place to go. Tattoo kaleidescope skin language – sweat symphony of backpain – strip mall heat- hellacious blues baby… this piece of art is the real deal… Tony Stamolis brings it and brings it hard. FREZNO is a human stew of love and hate – this work does Fresno right… does Fresno justice – does Fresno proud.

This is the TONY WAY or the highway peeps.














Tell all those other faker-hipster-fad-clicker-photographer-wannabees... empty-style-contemporary-copycat-photographic-trend-buckets to hit the road jack… hit the road right back to NYC.

This FREZNO baby is the Central-Valley-Armpit of California-USA-Madness. The sloppy seconds of the American Dream.... suburbia stuffed into a trunk. Published in November 2008 by Process Media Inc, this is a pictorial pleasure... destined to be a classic.

No one does Fresno like Tony does Frezno.

Regards,

Doug Rickard


Frezno.
Photographs by Tony Stamolis.
Process Books, 2009. 136 pp., 100 color illustrations, 9x6¾".

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