In a few hours, I leave for a convention in Atlanta. Thank gawd. Need to get away from work and idiots. Better to be surrounded by drunks and geeks and crazy people. (And those are just the friends I’m going with).
Back home, tuesday.
(Try and rob my house and Pixel will pee on you. Besides, I take everything of any value with me… the laptop, the camera, etc. Unless you want a stereo that hasn’t worked right in years.)
Last time I went:
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
Last weekend, I did my first solo photo shoot, with Shannon. She was a wonderful model. I had a great time. And the photos came out better than I ever expected. Click for highlights.
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
No one ever told me — while I was growing up in east bumpafuck, new yorkin the late 70s and early 80s — that I would one day be sitting in a restaurant in Washington DC, looking through the largest photo archive ever assembled, while talking with a friend in Indonesia. Is a plot right out of a 1940s sci-fi novel.
I forget sometimes that the future is here.
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
Was digging through my photo archive last night to find a batch of images. Looking for some that either hadn’t been posted before, or variations on ones that got posted. I came across this one of Shannon from the 2006 photo shoot.
I recently read some articles on nikola tamindzic and his photography. It caught my attention when he started talking about working with models. He said you interact with these people. You ask them to do things, and keep watching. You ‘feel around’ and find the edge of their comfort zone. And that’s where the good photographs are. But that you had a certain responsibility, too. Because if you put your model in such a vulnerable position, you owe it to them to take the picture, and give them back something worth their risk.
I’ve never been excited about staged photo shoots. I mean, I’ve done a few. Even have some planned. But they don’t usually hold the thrill for me of event photography. Capturing the moment. But using the process nikola describes almost makes the staged shoot into an event.
And while it wasn’t intentional at the time — because I was largely clueless and still am — this photo comes pretty close to that.
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
