The great American novelist, Herman Melville, once wrote “I squeezed that sperm till I myself almost melted into it; I squeezed that sperm till a strange sort of insanity came over me” (Moby Dick).

This famed American adage has resonated with me for many years, as I’m sure it has for many others. Melville’s words reveal a man who loved to celebrate life, and render its moments of ecstatic beauty into clear, carefully crafted prose. This fine artistic tradition of transforming a prosaic sperm squeezing moment into something truly imaginative is what motivates many modern artists who, like Melville, seek gratification in the elevation of the seemingly mundane into something powerfully transcendent.

For the photographers at BurnAfterShooting, the transformative power of art continues to underpin their weekly forays into Vancouver’s seedy underbelly. With a penchant for light erotica and general horseplay, these supple young artists aim to show that the best cameras are the disposable ones. Tune in to catch the finest snaps from the sordid, booze soaked streets of metro Vancouver. While these pictures won’t break the internet, they may break your sense of common decency.

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