Sunday, May 31, 2009
Entered two photo competitions, mostly due to prodding from my publisher to beef up my - hell I don't know what you call it - pedigree? CV? List of shit?
Had dinner with two very good friends and their new, little (that's redundant) baby. Mexican, which I seem to be drawn to lately. Although it didn't even come close to approximating "Taco Time."
Nothing does, for that is holy.
Was mostly absent through the evening. Focus was a problem.
Watched Saturday Night Live. Laughed twice. A re-run that I'd not seen from two (?) weeks ago.
Going back through your archives is both painful and exhilarating, same as looking through your current work. Flaws are apparent as are some missed gems.
Had a waking nightmare that my place caught fire and all the negatives melted. Gotta do something about off-site storage. But it's a LOT of stuff. Gigs...
Pollen, the atmospheric pressure, pharmaceuticals, worry, missing my girl and nonsense are clouding my judgment.
Should just let it all happen.
I want some more, and then some.
Cover Star: Naama, from our first shoot. She told me that it looked like her mother. And there's a story there...
Headlining Band: The greatest living guitarist, period.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
You've just now gone.
I think I am learning a lot about you. I may be wrong, but allow me this: It is easier for you to speak in this way than to...speak.
I am gonna listen for a while...
Cover Star: A Fire Escape
Headlining Band: Mr. L and Ms. H
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Went to the New York Photo Festival (NYPF) today with my publisher and friend for the second year in a row. In DUMBO.
I started with two tacos and two margaritas.
Mostly everything fell into two categories. A) Derivative. Of Eggleston, McGinely, Crewdson, and that ubiquitous photographer called Crap, and B) War Photo Journalism, which is great, but when you literally see three exhibits totaling 1,000 photos of war victims and shit, it becomes a bit much.
Also, as my publisher pointed out, the NYPF is not New York Photographer centric - most of the work was International, which is cool. But, so, where do we have to go, Istanbul? Sometimes I felt like an ugly American. Sometimes I felt a little infringed upon.
So we made an effort to see everything, talked amongst ourselves about what we had seen, and soldiered on (pun intended).
We ended with two tacos and two margaritas. And tried to strategize. This business is a big black hole full of who knows who and money money money and taste. However relative that taste is. Actually, that's the most honest thing about it. And the most frustrating.
If I was curating an exhibit for the NYPF, I'd pick exactly what I wanted to. Every single fucking time until I was relieved of my duty.
We live in strange times. "Everyone" has a "camera."
Talent didn't seem to matter. Snapshots mattered, as well as graduate school banalness.
I think I just made up a word.
Kudos to Rosa at Pedro's. She'll take care of you on a Saturday.
And she has nothing to do with banality.
It's raining in Brooklyn.
Cover Star: Casillero del Diablo
Headlining Band: Alex at his peak
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Other than these...
Be brave. Don't be scared. Don't hide behind your hypocrisy. Or the Internet or whatever. Be steadfast. Be respectable. Have chops. Have talent. Don't pass judgment. Put lipstick on. Cavort. Tell yourself that you would fuck you. And do it. Hard. Do not, under any circumstances, be pathetic. Or a pussy. Or someone that feels the need to provoke, attack, or create drama. And especially - always tell the truth to those that you love.
I've learned this lesson recently.
But this is not about me.
Have a nice day.
Somewhere over there...far, far away from here.
Cover Star: Anna applying lip stuffs
Headlining Band: Mono
Friday, May 08, 2009
"I read a magazine
It said by seventeen
Your life is at an end
And I'm perfectly content."
Ahhh, those fucking Gainsbourgs...
Lyrics, I think, by Jarvis Cocker.
When Rich and I were in Seattle about two years ago shooting tests for the Seattle agencies, we used to put this record on to fall asleep to every night. Kind of cute, hunh?
Except for the fact that Rich had photographed Charlotte when she was a kid, with her famous parents, Serge and Jane. I've seen the photos and they are - amazing.
I think he got a little teary a couple of times while it was playing. In fact, I know he did.
Rich, I cannot thank you enough for everything.
But that is something I'll never forget.
Cover Star: my charlotte
Headlining Band: Charlotte
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Friends are underrated.
Friends who understand.
They are FEW and FAR BETWEEN.
Trust me on this one...
There are five police cars in front of my apartment right now. It's not me, they are here for two doors down. Something about someone being barricaded in... I think it's domestic violence or maybe, if we're lucky, just a hostage situation.
I don't know and truth be told, I don't really care.
I got other shit on my mind.
Cover Star: Moi
Photographer: Stuart Levine
Headlining Band: Einstürzende Neubauten
Monday, May 04, 2009
Wonder what Nikola Tesla thought? About lonely joy. I don't know, but I hope he knew that he embodied it.
This photo was taken in 1899 and is a double exposure, thank god. But he is there, with his self-manufactured lightning, alone, reading.
What a great fucking self-portrait.
Think about that: self-manufactured lightning. When's the last time you did that?
The difference between lighting and lightning is just an "n."
One could argue that there is joy in being alone, but that's not the same thing as being lonely.
I don't know what I'm after right this second, except to say that I know tons of lonely people, some good, some bad.
And I feel that way too, from time to time.
But mostly, I miss.
My best friend.
Cover Star: Tesla
Headlining Band: Mr. Eitzel
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Friday, May 01, 2009
"We shuffle back and forth with decisions all made
We put them in our yearly cakes and eat down to the crumbs
Our watery eyes are pools of light
that water has no good use for
Oh Constance my bride buried in your silver locket
Plums driven into your electric socket
A song that time always builds
Look look look"
- Mark Eitzel, "Watery Eyes"
Cover Star: Cristi
Headlining Band: AMC