21 Stunning Pics That Prove Cole Sprouse Is Legit Photographer
Cole Sprouse , star of Disney Channel's The Suite Life of Zack and Cody and The Suite Life on Deck , has three Instagram accounts. On @camera_duels , he posts pics of fans not-so-discreetly taking photos of him. @Sprousemasterworks is devoted to fan art of him and twin brother Dylan Sprouse . The @colesprouse handle is reserved for Sprouse's personal photography, which is SO GOOD, you guys.
'This account is not funny at all and is, in fact, very sad,' Sprouse wrote nearly two years ago, when he started @colesprouse. 'No, but really. It's my hope that these pictures will bring the same emotional responses as my other accounts.'
So far he's posted over 600 photos, mostly portraits, landscapes, and some of his own modeling . He says he's into 'a lot of urban exploration photography, which is really just a fancy name for trespassing.'
Sprouse's photos pretty much speak for themselves, but he makes their message even stronger by adding his own ~deep~ thoughts. We rounded up a few of our favorite photos with his original caption written in italics underneath.
Reading, writing, and telling a story.
(Yes, that's Suite Life 's Debby Ryan !)
I don't get tied to the tracks. Not by you, or her, or him, or even myself. I am the tracks, and you need me to get anywhere.
(And this one's of Dylan's longtime girlfriend, Dayna Frazer .)
Let me wake up in the cold so you don't have to.
No gem as valuable as a deep emerald pool. Pure and clear and ice cold, but watch your skin shine like the stones with each dip. You too can become gem if only you have the confidence for the plunge. The pressure and pain is worth the transformation.
And I looked and I looked and I looked.
He sat upon that hard chair he called a throne, but each year his posture worsened. And I smiled every time I lay upon the sands outside his castle, for those grains shaped around my own. My throne was earth, and look how much larger my kingdom was because of it.
The train narrated itself. It was a story of an earlier time, a story of western expansion and immigration. The cabins, the cars, the menus, the staff outfits, and even the Amtrak illustrations (Michael Schwab) harken to an American golden age. A golden age for white men that is.
Each minute was ticked in a grandfather clock. And I'll admit, the timepiece was well oiled. It was wonderful, you know, to have new experiences within a theme of nostalgia.
The sun broke over the car around 6:45am. You want to spend as much time with daylight as possible in the winter. And considering each window was a nature documentary, let's wake up early.
It's time to go now.
Fringe on the edge, call it a shear cliff face.
Even at sundown, covered in shadow, I'll make sure you can see me perfectly.
It was an all-wood frame. The painting was old, but it still held the milky quality of that first oil coating. I could have seen it yesterday or a thousand years ago, and it would have introduced itself in the same way.
I thought a dying structure would have been cold, but then the sun hit the rust, and the air was suddenly warm.
Run through at full speed
Even the trees got in their skeleton costumes for Halloween.
And even though there was no one there, I felt like I was interrupting a conversation.
Always feeling local in an alien landscape.
Lost me long ago
By the time I woke up the green grass had turned brown, the rooted trees had fallen flat, and that old warm wind now stung my face. I would have been more upset, but the landscape died in the prettiest palette. And even the rot smelled sweet.
Now I do a lot of urban exploration photography, which is really just a fancy name for trespassing, but I have never had quite an experience like that of today. ... A gravestone lay lodged onto the shoreline, and I stared in disbelief. Then I became paranoid, and as I started to look at the other wave breakers, I realized this entire segment of the coast was made of only old tombstones.
As a sign of respect for the dead, let me repeat the words that remain etched upon this grave discarded and bodiless: 'In loving memory of my dear son Bienvenido Fajardo. N.Y. Guard. Born October 29, 1897. Died September 8, 1918.' He was, and still is, turning 21.
To see more of Cole Sprouse's photos and writing, follow him on Instagram. His photography lives on @colesprouse , and his humor lives on @camera_duels and @Sprousemasterworks . You can also check out his interview with Nude Magazine .