Some polaroids from coney island this summer.
People talk about communication with models for studio photography… it’s really interesting, that shoot I did last week, the guy with the cigar didn’t speak english at all. Yet somehow his expressions still look right. I guess he got the gist of what I was trying to get, somehow. I didn’t even realize it until now. I wonder how much of my communication as a photographer is not language based.
My costume stuff is at the package center, but I haven’t had a chance to pick it up yet. I’m psyched that it got here so quick.
I’ve just somehow rediscovered Stars. I mean, I always listen to them a little bit, but just today I got that gut feeling again that I did when I first heard them live and had to stop what I was doing and listen. I miss that feeling. It’s the same feeling that one gets when they touch a lover’s hand after a long time not seeing them.
Next quarter I’m taking an existential philosophy course. Months of kafka, nietzsche, sartre, etc. I’m excited.
Meeting tomorrow to plan out some paid work. That’s good.
Have to get around to talking to the pedicab guys about a job at some point. I think it’s a nice fit.
My computer is running again, I can get back to scanning the piles of negatives I’ve got sitting around.
I read of Lise and Alyosha, talking of taunting devils, but I do not see him beside her; I see us, lying naked under the streetlight’s glow, whispering.
WE LOVE PHONE
The unretouched rough photos, as I mentioned in the earlier post.
You can view the rest in a photoset on flickr.
Shot a lot in studio today, 8 models, for posters that will be used in Sean Leonard‘s upcoming film, and to promote it. They’re going to be advertisements for cell phone companies, looking like they are directed at mainly developing countries.
Though they will mostly have the kind of sickening kitsch normally seen in such advertisements, there will also be a subtle constructivist style to them, nodding at communist propaganda. I’m pretty excited to see the final versions, especially since the poster for his film is going just be one of these cell phone advertisements, huge, in some foreign language.
I’ll be posting the unretouched roughs (I’m not actually doing the graphic design part, thankfully) soon, probably tomorrow. For now, enjoy the last shot of the day, an outtake of me. Oh. I’m also going to be doing an interpretive dance as an inmate from a mental hospital in his film. Look forward to it.
I was up all night etching on plexi for my printmaking class.
It’s just like drawing. Except pretend you’re blindfolded and have Parkinson’s and there is no such thing as an eraser.
My hand really hurts from holding the metal etching needle for so long.
I’m off to the printmaking lab to see if any of these lines will hold ink (a lot of them hardly show up on the scan, especially the verticle ones in the tree)
I don’t really know. I can’t imagine trying to freehand draw on this thing, I’m glad she recommended we use a reference.
My computer is down right now, so I don’t have any of my photos to share. I did go to the beach the other day though. If you are seeking to confirm that I am indeed a pale skinny nerd with a mullet, you need look no further than facebook for proof.
Life is alternatively amazing and more frustrating than a quadruple amputee burlap sack race.
Here is a random polaroid from june or august, 2007
Today I’m out of debt on my credit card. Well, mostly. Compared to the 3000 dollars that have been on there since last year (school related emergency charges), give or take, I’ve now only got 40 bucks on there. It feels really good. I’ve only got 20 dollars in my personal expenses account (uh food), which doesn’t feel that good, but really… I cut up my card a couple months ago and I’m glad of it. I still know the number if I really really need something, but I’m trying to use it as little as possible.
I did have enough cash to get new tires for my bike today, which is good. My old ones were just about dead, rotted out. My new tires are all black and the bike looks sleeker than even before. I actually went ahead and ordered a freewheel for the back, going to convert it into a single speed. Without the derailers and casings and those extra gears it’s going to be just a little lighter and even simpler looking. Simplicity with bikes is beautiful, I’m not going to go so far as having a fixed gear though. At least not on this bike.
I just realized that you probably haven’t seen my bike. Ok, went and took some quick pictures.
It’s an old huffy. I got it for 20 bucks from Johnny B and only had to put some tape on the bars and fix the breaks.
My favorite part is this team america decal.
The downside is that three hours flew by while Jamie (great little guy in a boy scout shirt who works at Bike Link) and I were tinkering with it this morning, trying to figure out a weird skipping thing that was going on. It happens when I ride in the hardest gear, the 14 tooth one. We couldn’t figure it out, though, so I’m just riding one easier until I can convert it. It was nice learning a bit more about my bike, but I missed my academic advising meeting. oops.
I’m going to see if anyone wants to get lunch specials at some chinese place with me, I’ve got some hardcore cravings for asian food right now.
sometime in june, 2007
Recently a girl said to me, “I bet you take a lot of naked pictures of your girlfriends.” When I replied that I really didn’t, she seemed surprised, almost shocked. People tend to assume that this is what photographers primarily do. Love and sexual relations are very important to me, though, and there tend to be two types of important experiences in my life: The kind that I must rush to find my camera or pen and capture (often private reflective moments [see below] or snippets of everyday life) or the kind that is too important to distract myself from.
The second kind does not often get photographed. When I remember these moments I remember them as if they are dreams, oddly perfect, surreal, romanticized moments. These memories lift me up, though I know they are idealized. I also know that when I was actually experiencing those moments the entirety of life was idealized.
This image is a rare type of image for me. I hardly remember taking it, a playful moment with another person’s camera (phone?), a chance framing. But when I received it in an email months afterward, it took my breath away. I understand why people want to take pictures of their intimate moments, they wish to remember them, always. Still, I feel no need to show nudity in my work or photos I take for myself. Between two people connecting on such a level, every moment has the potential for intimacy.
Pardon my ramblings.
Here is an image that I do remember taking. I stared at this light for some time, water running down my back, before I realized that I might perhaps capture it. I was alone in my family’s massachusetts home for a few days, where I took that tree image that I posted recently as well. The pictures from this short time are all rather introspective. I wonder if shouldn’t live alone in the woods for a bit.