Over the years Anthony has leant a hand for me on some of my photoshoots. Normally while setting up the lighting/scenario he’ll sit in place of the subject for that day. The trouble is that almost everytime he steals the show from intended stars. He’s become quite good at acting naturally in such artificial situations. These days it’s difficult as a subject not to allow any pretension to show-through while the camera is present. I say “these days” because I think historically there was a time when being photographed or painted was such a rarity and people weren’t as self-conscious about their image being recorded.
One of the many reasons I felt that this image was a standout was the way his hands are seen. One hidden, and one partially revealing his fingers. To me it shows vulnerability in the way his fingers are extended, almost like he was playing with them nervously and we catch a glimpse. Anthony accomplishes these kinds of subtleties with his ability to live in a situation…he really exists there with purpose by moving constantly, assuming different characters, acting/reacting, and by doing so lives naturally in images.
Acadia night-scape
CAUGHT IN THE ACT - camping with wifi.
Arenal Volcano
Will be sitting on my couch in NYC in t-minus 10 hours.
I chased these rascals out of my kitchen this morning.
Nothing quite highlights the changing times as the accessibility to pornography for today’s youth. Growing up in the 1980’s, images of nudity and sexual intimacy were rare and treasured objects. A scrap of a pictorial found in the woods, a page surreptitiously torn from some father’s hidden magazine, even the fabled descrambler box that allowed viewing of pay-per-view in the brief un-chaperoned moments when parents were out running errands. These glimpses into the world of carnal delights were cherished, the images themselves poured over with the loving attention of a religious scholar to the texts of their faith.
Today, even the least computer savvy 2nd grader can find Bukaki videos or photographs of a man making love to a cactus within moments of opening a browser.
Cry over the innocence-lost all that you like, but in the end Progress, undaunted, marches on.
Becky was ready to give up. She’d actually signed on that night to cancel her JDate membership and wash her hands of the whole thing forever. She was tired of getting her hopes up, tired of spending crawlingly dull hours on dates with pampered little princes who took their whole precious little sheltered lives for granted. She was tired of these so-called men for whom Zionism was just a word. But as she sat, eyes glued to the computer screen, staring down the barrel of Avi Kleinbaum’s AK, suddenly she felt ready to give love another chance.
A few of my APANY Photo Contest winning images for people + lifestyle category.
Special thanks to the panel of judges, event organizers and sponsors, some of whom I was able to meet last night at the reception. Some really sweet folks… I’m psyched for the big party at ROOT Studios in September. I hope every single one of you can make it. I’ll be sure to remind you as the date approaches.
Info about the competition can be seen here:
Voxtrot’s final show. Bowery Ballroom NYC.
“Matchress Fire”
Hot Carl as The King of Pop.
In memory of Michael Jackson 8.29.1958 - 6.25.2009
Purple Shoe
Penalty of Death-
Two nights ago Melanie and I were tortured by a Mosquito. This one was particularly silent in it’s execution and seemed to be able to drift between shadows reducing it’s tracks to a trail of welts peppered across our arms, legs, torsos and faces. This happened, after a long weekend in the woods where we were plagued by mosquitos, horseflys and poison ivy.
My thoughts - It’s one thing if you have rolling meadows, fireflys, blue herons, crickets, freshly-cut lawns and barred owls as a tradeoff for a few bites, but bc of the fact that from out of my apt window I stare at a bunch of noisy building fans and exhaust systems….this simply will not stand!!!! With that thought I set out last night after a full day’s work to the closest Home Depot on 23rd st. to find the latest in insect repellant. On my walk from the studio on 10th ave I thought about how my poor sweetheart was stuck at home being stalked by the villain bloodsucker. As a side note I’d like to mention that the heat is sweltering at the moment in New York which can really add to the frustration of being bitten. Upon my arrival at the store, with 15 mins until close I quickly considered my options. Citronella, a Bug Zapper, fly tape, insect spray for the body…..I then settled on an organic repellant spray composed of various natural oils i.e peppermint.
Out of the 30 or so people on line at the home depot, at least 7 were purchasing air conditioners. From my vantage point it really seemed like yesterday evening was the one where couples gave in and bought new AC units. I pictured couples quarelling in their nearby rentals. “FINE Ill JUST GO FUCKING BUY ONE NOW!”
I bought a Vico Coconut water to quench my mounting thirst and made my way to the 6th ave F subway. While waiting on the platform for the train, with the poison in hand, I noticed a message in my inbox….it was from Melanie.
Chloe. Drivein Studios.
Germany - “VEY VANTS ZE NEW YORK STYLE!”
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