Jan/100
she’ll hate me
This is my aunt ... who wanted desperately to be serious ... but whose nature (and some behind-the-camera idiocy) got the best of her. She'll forever hate me for posting this, though I love her and this series. Being drummed out of the family must be worth the sharing.
Don't worry Teri - other than a measly hundred people a day, nobody sees this blog.
Jan/100
first of the Detroit images
This is the first of a handful of images I took during my trip. Since Detroit (and Dearborn specifically) has one of the highest mideastern populations outside the fertile crescent, I thought it was appropriate to capture that culture as part of my work on the area. The subject is a Lebanese butcher named Abdullah, and he was very happy to learn I'm 1/4 Lebanese myself, and know how to make kibbi nayeh.
Tech notes:
Speed Graphic 4x5 to Provia 100F chrome. I think all the magic of this image is in the lens: a very rare 1924 Rietschel Prolinear 135/1.9. Less than 100 were produced, with a price tag equivalent to $9,000 today.
More to come ...
Dec/091
only the strong survive
... reads the tattoo on Eric's right forearm.
He enlisted in the army at 17 and was the tip of the spear in Iraq. His job was to find roadside bombs, and while doing so he's been blown up three times. He'd wake up afterward not remembering the event, and return to the battlefield as soon as he could stand because his men wouldn't be as safe without him in charge. Years later now, he's still finding shrapnel in his body - small metal pieces that sting in the shower and resemble bb's. To save himself the headache of going through the bureaucracy of the military medical system, he's removed the last five himself with household tools.
However, for Eric the real challenge of war wasn't being put between improvised explosives and the rest of his men, but between being a soldier and a police officer in a country we shouldn't occupy in the first place. The hard part was having local friends become enemies, and having to make split-second, black-and-white decisions of engagement and the use of deadly force in a situation that's made of nothing but shades of gray.
Linhof 4x5 camera - Voigtlander Heliar 24cm f/4.5 lens - Tmax 100 film.
Jul/090
Nylon magazine
My portrait of Leanne Marshall heads Nylon's fashion page today.
article's here
May/091
Editorial with Leanne Marshall
I love working with artists of all kinds - musicians, actors, performers; it's a focus I want to work toward more with my personal work. To that end, last week I shot with Leanne Marshall, the winner of last season's "Project Runway". It really was fantastic meeting her in her new Brooklyn space, and we had a really fun couple hours shooting.
She's a beautiful, charming girl with an amazing talent and a disarming smile who likes to work on the floor rather than at a table. I'm glad to have made a new friend and look forward to when our paths cross again.
Here is the best image of the day:
And a two alternates:
Leanne's model Karalyn from the show was nice enough to come around for these shots, and to thank her, I've cropped her head off. Sorry Karalyn - I have a few with your head that (of course) look great, but this crop was just too appealing not to leave.
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