I'm a singer/songwriter, photographer and writer from Sunset Park, Brooklyn. This blog is my sloppy portfolio of sorts. Oh yeah, and my name is Grey. For my personal blog, click here, at your own risk.

TAGS: Photography, Art, Writing, Music, Q&A

For my official portfolio please visit www.greyolavarria.com
May 28th
8:16 PM
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Memorial day solo jam: Marrow by Grey Olavarria

May 26th
11:01 PM
Dramatic and Dready, 2012, by Grey Olavarria

Dramatic and Dready, 2012, by Grey Olavarria

10:47 PM
Dreads: Self-portrait, 2012, by Grey Olavarria

Dreads: Self-portrait, 2012, by Grey Olavarria

May 20th
9:04 PM

If you followed my new personal blog…

you most likely have to follow it again, since I changed the blog from one account to another today. It’s the same name, but no longer on the same account so you are no longer following me. Which saddens me. 

If you haven’t followed it yet, you should. I’m waiting.

http://antlersanonymous.tumblr.com/ <3

May 14th
3:27 PM
Playing Dress-up with Jack, 2012, by Grey Olavarria

Playing Dress-up with Jack, 2012, by Grey Olavarria

May 13th
11:43 AM
Ritual at the Beach, with Mom, 2012, by Grey Olavarria
My mother is a badass. She doesn&#8217;t give a fuck about what anybody else thinks of her. She demands answers, speaks her mind, and when I was younger, repeatedly threatened to kill me if I didn&#8217;t clean my room. She has a temper. She is fierce and strong. To me, she has the strength of the world inside her. She is my very own super hero. I&#8217;m 25, but I seem to need my mother more and more, each year that passes. Yet, she&#8217;s also become my sister and my best friend. My mother is inappropriate, that&#8217;s were I get it from. We laugh and laugh at the vulgarities we come up with. We gossip and make fun of other peoples misfortunes. But my mother is also a blessed woman, a healer, a counselor. She is wise and emotional. She is a Goddess. She is a thinker and a fighter- she put of with a fucked up marriage for years while still managing to get her Masters degree at 50 from Hunter College. She&#8217;s my hero. She is determined, nothing can get in her way, nothing can compete with the ferocity of her passions. She used to embarrass me when wearing bright-witchy clothing, only to find, in horror, that I&#8217;m developing the same taste. She was domestic when I needed her to be- as a kid I woke up to smells of cheesecake and cranberry muffins. She made cheesecake from scratch- it was divine. She always encouraged my passions, taking me to ballet school, swimming school, private singing classes, even when she couldn&#8217;t afford them. She took me to museums and to performances- she introduced culture to me. She took me to church, for years, to punish me, I suppose, but there I learned to be still and quiet in my thoughts. She later encouraged me to find my own spirituality and together we found it. My mom marches in Gay Pride parades even if I don&#8217;t bother to show up, because I have no pride. She doesn&#8217;t reprimand my arrogance because she knows that she raised a wonderful kid, so yes, I am actually as awesome as I think I am. She doesn&#8217;t judge me when I change my career plan again and again. She is patient with me and believes in me. I lack the discipline that she has- we blame my dad. She treats my cats like they are my children, because they are. She dances in public and screams WEEEEEEEEEPA. She loves to dance, and she loves life, no matter how cruel its been to her. Give gives to people, even when she shouldn&#8217;t. She keeps everyone in her womb. My mother is brilliant, intelligent and unique. She&#8217;s creative and crafty. I admire her. I love her more than she knows. I want to grow up to be just like her. I love my mommy. ♥

Ritual at the Beach, with Mom, 2012, by Grey Olavarria


My mother is a badass. She doesn’t give a fuck about what anybody else thinks of her. She demands answers, speaks her mind, and when I was younger, repeatedly threatened to kill me if I didn’t clean my room. She has a temper. She is fierce and strong. To me, she has the strength of the world inside her. She is my very own super hero. I’m 25, but I seem to need my mother more and more, each year that passes. Yet, she’s also become my sister and my best friend. My mother is inappropriate, that’s were I get it from. We laugh and laugh at the vulgarities we come up with. We gossip and make fun of other peoples misfortunes. But my mother is also a blessed woman, a healer, a counselor. She is wise and emotional. She is a Goddess. She is a thinker and a fighter- she put of with a fucked up marriage for years while still managing to get her Masters degree at 50 from Hunter College. She’s my hero. She is determined, nothing can get in her way, nothing can compete with the ferocity of her passions. She used to embarrass me when wearing bright-witchy clothing, only to find, in horror, that I’m developing the same taste. She was domestic when I needed her to be- as a kid I woke up to smells of cheesecake and cranberry muffins. She made cheesecake from scratch- it was divine. She always encouraged my passions, taking me to ballet school, swimming school, private singing classes, even when she couldn’t afford them. She took me to museums and to performances- she introduced culture to me. She took me to church, for years, to punish me, I suppose, but there I learned to be still and quiet in my thoughts. She later encouraged me to find my own spirituality and together we found it. My mom marches in Gay Pride parades even if I don’t bother to show up, because I have no pride. She doesn’t reprimand my arrogance because she knows that she raised a wonderful kid, so yes, I am actually as awesome as I think I am. She doesn’t judge me when I change my career plan again and again. She is patient with me and believes in me. I lack the discipline that she has- we blame my dad. She treats my cats like they are my children, because they are. She dances in public and screams WEEEEEEEEEPA. She loves to dance, and she loves life, no matter how cruel its been to her. Give gives to people, even when she shouldn’t. She keeps everyone in her womb. My mother is brilliant, intelligent and unique. She’s creative and crafty. I admire her. I love her more than she knows. I want to grow up to be just like her. I love my mommy. ♥

May 9th
2:56 PM
Cremation, 2012, by Grey Olavarria

Cremation, 2012, by Grey Olavarria

May 6th
10:25 PM
Via

Ryan Rosa: Out of Focus: Brooklyn Days and Bodega Nights GIVEAWAY!!!

ryanrosa:

Brooklyn Days and Bodega Nights postcard and sticker set GIVEAWAY!!!

What, a giveaway?? Yeah, you read it right, I made some postcards and stickers and I want YOU to have ‘em!

So, here’s the deal: The first TEN FOLLOWERS to message me with their address will have ONE random…

Check out this awesome photography postcard+sticker giveaway by Ryan Rosa.

May 5th
4:22 PM
First batch of postcards and stickers for sale! Everybody Wants to be a Porn Star, Pink Fish- Dead Fish, Antlers and Balloons, Birth of Venus sticker set, and Wanderlust-Starstruck sticker set. A buck for a postcard, a buck-fifty for a sticker set. I&#8217;m planning on selling these at street markets during the summer, but if you want to grab some now, hit me up and I&#8217;ll take your order &amp; direct you to my paypal. Second batch with new designs, coming soon. &lt;3

First batch of postcards and stickers for sale! Everybody Wants to be a Porn Star, Pink Fish- Dead Fish, Antlers and Balloons, Birth of Venus sticker set, and Wanderlust-Starstruck sticker set. A buck for a postcard, a buck-fifty for a sticker set. I’m planning on selling these at street markets during the summer, but if you want to grab some now, hit me up and I’ll take your order & direct you to my paypal. Second batch with new designs, coming soon. <3

May 3rd
9:45 PM

Have you Liked my page on Facebook yet?!

No, you haven’t!

For a random assortment of news, photos, music, this and that, Like my fan page: https://www.facebook.com/greyantlers

Thank you for the support, followers. <3

April 27th
7:48 PM
Cat Nap, 2012, pencil and watercolor by Grey Olavarria
My kitty Nana-chan has taught me a lot of things: How to stretch, how to be unapologetic, how to walk with swag, how to eat with gusto, and most of all how to love myself, dirty paws and all. Here is a watercolor of our love. &lt;3

Cat Nap, 2012, pencil and watercolor by Grey Olavarria

My kitty Nana-chan has taught me a lot of things: How to stretch, how to be unapologetic, how to walk with swag, how to eat with gusto, and most of all how to love myself, dirty paws and all. Here is a watercolor of our love. <3

April 25th
1:13 AM
Wanderlust #2, 2011 by Grey Olavarria
Part of the series, Wanderlust: Peel off the Layers, a photo project of nude portraits shot in the Icelandic landscape. By Grey Olavarria, 2011, All Rights Reserved. For inquiries on this series, please contact me at: greyolavarria@yahoo.com.

Wanderlust #2, 2011 by Grey Olavarria

Part of the series, Wanderlust: Peel off the Layers, a photo project of nude portraits shot in the Icelandic landscape. By Grey Olavarria, 2011, All Rights Reserved. For inquiries on this series, please contact me at: greyolavarria@yahoo.com.

1:02 AM
Via
My kitties are the cutest! Here is a photo of Nana, Bailey, and Kiku, reblogged from Kiku&#8217;s blog, kikudoingstuff. (Yes, I made one of my cats a blog. Don&#8217;t judge me!) &lt;3

My kitties are the cutest! Here is a photo of Nana, Bailey, and Kiku, reblogged from Kiku’s blog, kikudoingstuff. (Yes, I made one of my cats a blog. Don’t judge me!) <3

April 24th
12:14 AM
Maggie 3000 is Perfect, by Grey Olavarria, 2012Sketchbook dump/ Why do I draw these things?!

Maggie 3000 is Perfect, by Grey Olavarria, 2012
Sketchbook dump/ Why do I draw these things?!

April 23rd
10:08 PM
Bubbles: A Self-Portrait (x2) PART 2, by Grey Olavarria and Ryan Rosa, 2012

Bubbles: A Self-Portrait (x2) PART 2, by Grey Olavarria and Ryan Rosa, 2012