Monday, May 15, 2017



At the risk of score a major Godwin point, I thought we had learned our lesson during the 2nd World War. But, I was mistaking. Big Time.

In case you haven`t already seen it, more images are coming out of Chechnya everyday. Gay and Bisexual men are being rounded up in concentration camps, tortured, raped, and killed. The leaders of Chechnya (a largely Muslim portion of Russia) have promised to exterminate all gays before Ramadan. Imams have asked their community to kill their gay/bi family members.

The world is largely standing by doing nothing. Gay men are being tortured and killed RIGHT THIS MINUTE. Reporters on the ground have confirmed this. There are secret concentration camps filled with gay men. This has been going on for a few months now.

This has to stop. NOW! 

Please­, Please, Please, call your elected officials. NOW. It takes a 5 minute phone call. I called mine and this is what I asked.

1. What is the MP's position on the torture going on the Russia.
2. What actions are being done?
3. What grassroots initiatives are happening in your area?

Want to know your MP's contact info? Easy­. Go here: Contact your Member of Parliament TODAY

Gay teen pushed off 9th floor balcony by uncle after being outed to family in Chechnya

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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

I'm back!

After spending 1 year in Burkina-Faso, then one year back in Canada trying to get my bearings back, its time I started paying attention to my blog.

I wont recap what went on in Africa because you can see it all on my other blog that was dedicated to the adventure. So instead, I just going to pretend nothing happened and just keep on blogging like I never left... well, try to anyway.

The one thing that has been on my mind lately is number of the gay teen suicides that that been on the news. Each time I read one of these headlines, I am moved to tears because it strikes a cord that is a particularly sensitive one.

When I was a kid and a teenager, I was bullied beyond belief. There was not a day that went by that kids in school or on the bus ride to school made my life hell. It was constantly harrassed. The only time I was not harrassed was during class, but even that was not a garantee.

I remember clearly, many instances of kids doing things that were unacceptable, reprehensible and downright violent. I also remember the adult teachers standing by, watching all of this happen, and not doing a single thing to prevent it. I remember my grade 7 teacher telling me it was my fault. She actually told me it was my fault that the kids treated me like this because I cried when they bullied me.

I remember you Roberte Brun. I remember you very well. How many other kids suffered because of your indefference? You were responsible for my well being and you failed.

After thre years of constant bullying, I refused to go outside at recess. I would find reasons to go to the library, where I eventually told the librarian that she had to buy more books because I had read them all.

Would you go to work each day if you knew you were going to be harrassed, bullyed, insulted, beaten, and brought to tears each day? Would you? What do you think this would do to your self esteem? How do you think it would affect you emotionnally?

Well, let me tell you, because I have first hand experience.

First, you would not trust anyone. I told many adults about my situation. Nobody cared. Nobody took action. Their solution was to put me in counselling. Because I was the one with the problem. Never mind the fact that on any give day there was 200 kids in the school yard dying to make my life hell. Yet I was the problem.

Then... You want to die. I remember distincly sitting in my room, and closing my eyes and wishing beyond anything else, to die. I did not want a bicylce for my birhtday, I wanted to die. And I tried it. Luckily my attemps were obviously not met with success. But I did try. And I did, truely want to die.

One person listened to me. My grade 7 French teacher. I wrote her a letter that I slipped into the pile of assignements we had put on her desk. She got me the help I deserved, and she took action. But I truely believe that if she had not, I would not be alive today. Because I would have kept on trying.

So... as my 20th high school reunion approaches, I am faced with a dilema. Do I go? From my graduating class, there are maybe 4 or 5 people I actually feel deserve my attention. But from most of the others, who I remember distinctly making my life hell at one point or another, I still feel lots of resentment, and in some cases true hatred.

Why is it that, even if I am not that 12 year old boy anymore, I still carry with me those memories? That I still feel those people ruinned years of my life. That I still feel angry towards all those adults that stood around and did nothing other than blame me for the actions of others?

I don't care what kind of person you are, what kind of child you are, how weird or gay or disabled or different you are... NOBODY deserves to be treated differently.

As I see my friends and colleagues procreate, I ask that you please get educated on how to deal with bullying and violence in the schoolyard. I was able to avoid drugs and alcohol because of my parents education, but bullying was not something I could control.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Melissa at school

I love this shot of Melissa. Its cool because its done with a flash in the Hotshoe. First time working with that kind of light.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

2009 And All Is Well

WoW. 2009. I find it very hard to believe that 10 years ago we were all freaking out over the Y2K bug. Remember that? Well, the world didn't come to an end. We are still here... for now.

Its about time I blogged about my trip to Puerto Plata... well at the very least show off a picture. So the accompanying image today comes to you from Sosua, a small town on the North-Coast region of Dominican Republic, about 15 km from Puerto Plata. Baseball is almost a religion over there, and across the street from our hotel was this baseball field. I was very lucky to find these kids playing one day on our way back from a walk around downtown Sosua.

La republica dominican esta un pais bueno y muy hermoso. Los gentes son sympatico. Quiero lo visita otravez. Me gusta mucho la Republica Dominicana.

Adios amigos.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

What are you thinking?

Originally uploaded by Gabriel Robichaud Photography
You have not called me in weeks. I have not felt the touch of your carress in months. It is getting harder and harder to remember what your smelled like on Sunday mornings, after a late morning slumber. My memory is fading, slowly erasing you from my existence. I wish it could erase the pain I feel when I reach over with my arm in the morning to an empty spot on the bed.

I come home sometimes, eager to tell you about my day, or what the dumb boss said this time, only to realise, you are not there to hear the story. I check my call log, again, yet you did not call for the 10th time today. I read a funny story, or see a funny news report, and you are not there to share it. I tell a funny joke, yet you are not there to laugh at it.

I cook diner for two. I put half of it in the fridge.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Shooting Glass

Again, another fun exercise in product photography. Michel Pilon is a God. Seriously. He is teaching is the coolest things, like, for example, shooting glass surfaces with flash. Its kinda cool.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008


Another Image of Chris. This one was shot with lots and lots of studio flash. YAY! All semester long we have been shooting with Flash, and I could not be happier! Flash is fun. It can be daunting at times, but the end results are always really great!!

In comparasion, you could look at this photo Chris
which was shot using tungsten lighting

Saturday, September 13, 2008


Remembering Mario

May you find peace in eternity. My good friend, I will miss you. Rest in peace buddy.


Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Product Shot

Apparently, to become a photographer, you need to take a lot of BORING pictures. Yes sirrreee.

Last night was studio night! YAY!

Me likes the studio. Me likes the studio even more now that Michel Pilon is our Applied Studio teacher. OH YEAH. LUCKY US!

So, I took all my shots, then ran home to look at them and to balance them, and waddaya know, there are funky reflections all over the place that I could not see in the studio. DAMN IT! Looks like I will have to re-shoot. I just dont get how those weird reflections on the seamless got there, at first I thought they were shadows, but that makes not sense because there were not lights at that angle and the studio itself is relative dark so I dont think it was coming from stray lights.... so its gotta be relfections from the key light. Not amused.

But in my defense, we were only allowed to use a couple of low wattage tungsten lights for this exercise, and to get any kind of decent light, I had to diffuse and reflect the heck out of it. Main light was at 90degrees from the camera and the fill was opposite of that with a 4 to 1 ratio of intensity (2 stops difference).

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

uh... de quessé??

Ok... un petit blogue écrit en fraçais? Ça vous tente? Pourquoi pas! C'est vrai que ça ne m'arrive pas souvent, mais c'est parce que mon clavier est par défaut en anglais, pis je suis trop paresseux pour activé le mode "French - Canada" hmmm pas si bon que ça parce que je ne trouve pas les guillemets français. hmmmmm.

Bon, si je prends quelques minutes aujourd'hui, c'est uniquement pour vous parler de ma trouvaille du jour :

oh boy. Vraiment, faut tout lire ce blog. C'est une histoire qui t'emballe dès le début, conçu de façon originale! Allez-y chrissssse. Quessé vous attendez? Un lien clickable?