And Happy End Of Football Season. Welcome back to my life, Sunday.
This photo was taken some four weeks back when my heart was ripped from the clutches of the NFL. Rob the bartender made us Charger colored shots. Luckily, the chargers have some of the prettiest colors in sports, so this photo looks good, but their performance that day was one of the ugliest ever. Woo. Hoo. “There’s always next year.” Shut up.
Congrats Drew Brees and the Saints. Truly. You’re awesome.
And with all the artists I’ve posted on We Are Love, including several exceptional ones as of late, I think Rodney Smith is my favorite.
Now definitely one of my favorite photographers of all time, once I stumbled upon his portfolio, I realized I’d seen several of his images before. In their specific moments in time, they left me rather speechless, and after seeing a larger body of his work, I’m absolutely dumbfounded. His concepts are intrepid, his eye is intangibly beautiful, and everything about his work stems from an ubiquitous solidarity that I aspire to in everything I make. I absolutely love his shit. It’s so good. And from what I can see, he shoots film, mostly medium format, and doesn’t do an egregious amount of post besides his developing. Rodney Smith is a photographer, an old school one, with forward moving visions, and not a graphic artist with a nice camera. No offense intended.
His marriage of landscape, fashion, and portrait come together to form an amalgamation of incredible dynamic proportion. As soon as I’m done writing this, I’m going to figure out which kidney I can sell to afford a copy of his new book, which is giant, and in an edition of only 1,000. He also writes a blog, discussing his photos, which is incredibly interesting, that all aspiring photographers should check out.
You can see his stuff here. I recommend it. I’ll continue to sift through his work drooling, trying not to get my keyboard too soaked.
A side note: Upon reading about Mr. Smith’s book, it appears he has an “army of graphic designers”. And I don’t care. I’m still excited by his old school look and charm. And he’s still a favorite.
Enjoy.
For better or for worse. Hopefully more for the better than the worse.
Hi Dad.
Taken in Santa Barbara in the company of the people that raised me.
And do yourself a favor and watch this. I already shared this with so many. I suppose this is more for the posterity of We Are Love.
Been digging Pieter Hugo’s work for a long while.
Friday’s are good for sharing. He’s a bad mofo that shoots bad mofos, and captures a little known reality in a beautifully particular way.
Do yourself a favor and check his stuff out right here.
Marina misses Brooklyn.
What a nice image to wake up to. She was assisting her friend Josef on an editorial for a Brazilian publication. The theme was Carnaval. Looks like too much fun.
And, for the record, Brooklyn misses her.
So do I.
Vija is one of my favorite humans, and one of my most intellectually thrilling friends. We’ve known each other for over a decade. The kid sister of a child hood friend who has quickly and appropriately earned childhood friend status, Vija makes me think, Vija makes me move, Vija makes me love.
She is truly a gift to anyone she chooses to bestow herself upon. We got to spend some good time on my last trip home, hanging out with my mom, going through records and books, and talking art, life, inspirations and homemade salsa. I had so many records in my mom’s car that we were hard pressed to find a place for my suitcase. Vija decided then and there that this particular Monday would be a good one to visit some friends in LA. Thanks again for getting my suitcase down there, sweetie.
She’s that kind of girl. With a heart bigger than the city she lives in.
Besides not being ready for me to show up camera in hand, she was spending this day basking in the afternoon sun, enjoying the bounty she’d recently plundered from a nearby thriftshop. That purple coat is still amazing Vija.
And I miss you all the time.
Love.
p.s. Vija, please let me know if I punctuated the title of this post correctly. Thank you.
From the ‘ol walk to work this morning. Fun things happen when light tries to travel through this city maze.
From the side of a NYC sewage truck. With love.
Inspires me, depresses me, lights a fire under my ass, makes me want to quit photography, makes me want to master photoshop, and makes me want to throw my computer out a fourth story window. All at the same time. His portraits are absolutely stunning.
He is SO good.
From his “Stranger” Series:
Chosen to be exhibited in the Art of Photography Show. Rightfully so.
Others:
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Take responsibility.
It’s your world.
THANK YOU Kelly Yahr.
So many parallels to what I believe deep down. Energy follows thought. <3
Oh, and welcome back, Maluna.
