I got to borrow a Leica Q while I was at the LOOK3 festival in Charlottesville VA. It was so, so fun. The only other time I’ve used a Leica was a six hour loan of an M a few years back. This experience was so much more pleasurable. The only downside is that now I’m lusting after a $4.5k fixed lens camera. Damn you Leica and your beautiful German engineering!
Suburbia can be so strange sometimes.
There are some pictures of Myanmar on my website now. This is one of them. It was taken in a place called Mrauk Oo.
You can see the rest of them here:
Tear sheet from an assignment I shot for Bloomberg Business week.
Timeless. Student portrait I did during a wet plate demo for the photo history class at Ringling College of Art and Design.
You’re my kind of photographer if you this grid means something to you.. You also share my pain.
This is Jacob. I met him at the Arcadia Rodeo. He was fascinated with my big old wooden camera. I lowered the tripod and let him look through the ground glass on the back and he was hooked. He immediately wanted to help, so I put him to work and his was the first plate I made that day.
This is Terry Welles. His family has been running the Arcadia Rodeo for decades.
“Here beyond men’s judgments all covenants were brittle.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
The guts of a new series I’m working on. Cinematic images shot thorughout the last decade cropped to the Panavision aspect ratio.
Lost in the woods. Carlton Preserve. Venice FL, February 2014.
Chompers. 2014
“Stuff your eyes with wonder. Live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dreams made or paid for in factories. Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping it’s life away. To hell with that. Shake the tree and knock the great sloth down on his ass.”
- Ray Bradbury
Night and day at the Miccosukee Service Plaza on Alligator Alley.
Love this version. So haunting.
About to start another project. I’m standing at the edge, the jump off point. This undertaking feels almost too big, bigger than me. So, I thought it might be a good idea to explore my roots first and find the kernel, the origin space that all of this came from. I’m trying to pull a little nod from the past that it is indeed okay to move forward into an abstract future.
I’ve been friends with the man pictured above for more than half a decade. It all started with a Craigslist search for my first motorcycle.
I ran across an ad titled, “Faster than a raped ape, faster than a cheetah on cocaine.” I called him up and it spiraled from there…
Todd Kiergen is a rare man. He’s got a beard down to the middle of his chest that’s raggedy at the bottom because he keeps catching it in his drill press. He measures time in cigarettes. He’s got a stereo that hits stadium rock volume levels and I’ve seen some of his bikes fire three-foot flames out of their tail pipes. He can talk about compression ratios, valve clearance and various bike models until I’m totally lost, and then follow it up with a joke about racing an ugly woman to the light switch. I’ve never met anyone like him before.
This originally appeared in Accent Magazine along with an essay that I wrote and some photographs.
Reely and Truly is a short documentary about contemporary photography and what it means to be a photographer from filmmaker Tyrone Lebon.
Filmed on a whole mess of formats (16mm, 8mm, super 8 etc.) and using a free form narrative and audio structure the film plays out like some kind of guided trip.
If you have 30 minutes get coffee and headphones and sit down with this. If you don’t have 30 minutes do it anyway.
A day spent scanning is a day well spent…
Or at least that’s what I tell myself as I battle dust, and white balance with a vengeance and generally massage film turned pixels.
I’m getting tired of my flatbed. It’s got some quirks that I just can’t abide. Anyone have any experience with this thing?
According to color theory, orange increases oxygen supply to the brain, produces an invigorating effect, and stimulates mental activity.
I could be all the orange or all the vino or all the sunlight and long walks. Something about Buenos Aires is definitely invigorating.