All I can be is everything I know. Happy Friday.
I missed Carnival, but these ridiculously amazing photos make me feel a little better about it. I fucking love the Boston Globe’s Big Picture.
Click through for the beautiful, colorful mayhem.
Valentine’s Day was a beautiful one. Love, pizza, poker, ice cream sundaes, and a clashing of two incredible groups of people. Thank you, Mia. More on her to come.
For now, some fun double exposures.
I’d walked by this play ground many times before. It’s always been interesting to me. Do kids actually play on this stuff? I thought metal structures had long since been replaced by colorful, plastic composite, no fun nonsense a decade ago. I imagine to go along with their old, metal, geometrically beguiling playground, they have a full time medical staff on the payroll.
Either way, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen this little alcove look so good. Another excerpt from Wednesday night’s moon walk.
It didn’t stop snowing, and I didn’t finish cooking and eating my pan fried dumplings until 1 a.m.
With the city’s pretty, snowy, ball gown calling, I grabbed my camera and David’s tripod and went for a nice, long walk.
Up the block…
My e. 13th between 1&2. :)
…and around the corner.
A depiction of Snowpocalypse 2010.
No photoshops. Just levels, and camera fun.
More of it to come.
LA Alert.
In cahoots with The Art Reserve and Studio Morke, Nicole Dungao and company made this from scratch. And this is something we can all be proud of.
Nicole has always had an immense curatorial talent, and For The Love of Haiti has to be the most exceptional ways to showcase it. She’s put together several big, bad shows in the past few years, and she just told me that this one if her favorite.
With work donated from artists such as Patrick Holeck, Salomon Huerta, Lisa Solberg, Samuel Bayer, Tony Duran, Roni Feldman, Mark Leibowitz, Gin Steven, and many others, For The Love of Haiti will prove to be a show that simultaneously packs a punch and lends a helping hand. All proceeds are being directed toward relief efforts in Haiti, via the vehicle of Doctors Without Borders, making it a laudable cause to get artistically and charitably behind.
Even if you don’t buy art, go. For one, there will be incredible people and beautiful things there, all with the intent of helping people who need it most. Secondly, Orgone, one of my favorite west coast bands will be playing. The only thing more fun and funkier than them, would be if Jesus Christ were to come back for his second encore of “Get on up.”
Click through for more info, including how to RSVP.
Columbia University and a local Brooklyn Bar to be exact.
Come support a young, driven, talented artist. See a good piece of film, and have a great time while doing it.
Read more about Julia Reagan and ArgenChino here. And get info straight from the source here.
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.
