Three generations of portrait photographers, in a small town in Belgium. What faces they encountered. Norbert Ghisoland was the first generation.
Hopped the MetroNorth upstate to the Hudson Vallery area to Dia Beacon, about 80 miles north of the city. 240,000 square feet of modern art. It was an old Nabisco box-printing factory building. Only photographed part of it before security nabbed me. Missed the giant Warhol room. The whole museum was a giant meditation in white, especially the Richard Ryman area. Also passed this incredible rotting site called Bannerman’s Castle, on an island in the Hudson, seen from the train window.
Portrait today of my friend Andrew Hetherington. I think he wears the same model of denim jacket, and wears them out. Just buys another one once it’s shot. 8×10 collodion.
From today. She wrote directly on the plate. 8×10 collodion. (Last days of collodion; one more week, if it doesn’t kill me first. It’s been a worthwhile chapter, but it’s almost complete).
Saw the show quickly this morning; little free time. Hopped on the 4. Nice show; small. Made me admire her even more — six children running around, and photography had just been invented. Late 1860’s. Seemed to care more about feeling than exacting technique; she caught hell for that from her peers. (I give her Bonus Points). Fascinating woman. Wet-plate collodion, on clear glass, so she ended up with negatives to print somehow.
Opening room. I included some guy in there, to show scale of that opening poster print image, for the intro.
Lord Tennyson. I guess she knew him personally. The caption talked about how she put that collar on him.
Not sure who this is, but interesting that she staged and propped some of her images.
One of the few “models” that she photographed. She normally only photographed friends and family. Great face though.
Sir John Herschel.
Portrait of Julia Margaret Cameron.
Loved the eyeball in the bark of this tree today, on the grounds of Wave Hill, in the Bronx. Second annual AIM Biennial. Wet-plate work by Lisa Elmaleh, and my favorite piece was “Joist”, by Jessica Sanders — pieces of deteriorating wax.
Lisa Elmaleh, 8×10 collodion
Grounds of Wave Hill
Gorgeous subway building, 1 Train. End of the line at 242nd Street, Bronx.
Good show of Hank Willis Thomas new work at Jack Shainman in Chelsea. I shot this bad iphone video today, trying to show how the glass diffuses the images in the five frames, as you walk left to right. Each of the five images were about 30″x40″, butted together. The glass or plastic did that effect where Jesus opens and closes his eyes. In the back room was a video piece of five monitors — interviews with black men about race. I could have stayed all day and watched it. Here’s another link to show more of the (strong) work. Chelsea, between about 22nd and 26th, is like a Masters Program; just walking the streets and ducking into galleries.
The man that put the Leica 21mm lens, and grainy contrasty B/W film, on the map. Good video; I had no idea of his art background in Paris.
Somehow, I missed this one too. Not sure how it works, but this was not free on YouTube; you rent it for $1.99. But worth the money obviously. Quite a nice insight into her life, and also an insight to see just how much our industry has changed in such a short time.
Somehow, I never saw this documentary on Avedon. Very much worth a view. One hour and 25 minutes.
Stream on Netflix. It’s quite good.
Chestnut Street area coming alive. An event last night; stopped in after Dane’s open studio. (Then we went on a crazy late night search to rescue a stray dog, but that’s another story entirely). Fun night.
Edit: Another slide show in the NYTimes today, from Allen Ginsberg.
“I sit in the car amazed to see the photographic artist prowling like a cat, or an angry bear, in the grass and roads, shooting whatever he wants to see. How I wished I’d have had a camera of my own, a mad mental camera that could register pictorial shots, of the photographic artist himself prowling about for his ultimate shot – an epic in itself.” — Kerouac, writing about Robert Frank.
We photographed graphic designer and illustrator Jerry Joyner yesterday. Here are a couple of initial images. More to be added later.
Strong film. Art and political activism in China. Stream for free on Netflix.
Just sit down and find some quiet, and let this interview with Maurice Sendak in the NYTimes just wash over you. Illustrations by Christoph Niemann. I think Terry Gross was even a bit flustered and taken aback by his honesty and transparency.
Shot this portrait of my friend Dane Carder today after lunch. Experimenting with shooting 8×10 HP5, but with the old 1800’s Petzval lenses. And this combined with a built blank plate from some wet plate that we shot today. Still learning…
We do not have to be stuck in the past — here’s a very exciting modern approach to a job. I understand his fear of shooting collodion on location, for a job. There are a million things to go wrong, and risk blowing the job. The full article is here; really fun approach, and nice result. More than one way to skin a cat.
Tricia sent me an article last week about the Starn brothers. They had an art piece installed near one of the storm areas in New York. I had not thought of them in a while. When I was first starting out, I photographed them for a story in Rolling Stone, in about 1987. I remember being so starstruck and nervous before the job. Obviously, they’ve now moved into “art heavyweights” as they’ve matured. There is so much strong work on their site, but the crowning piece, to me, is the bamboo work at The Met.
A friend shared this work with me. I love the Orwo Chapter. No idea what it means, but it’s strong work. On Facebook, she’s leading a double life as Tia Danko. Not sure about all the backstory, but all that matters is that the work is interesting. She lives in Slovakia. It’s a big world out there. (Edit/Clarification: She writes that Orwo is an expired GDR film that’s very unpredictable in its results).
I know very little about Lauren Simonutti. I’m just now beginning to read about her. All I know is that she had some type of mental illness, and that her photographs were strong, and that she seemed quite intelligent. She seemed to do all of her work in a very small area, in one room. She died this year.
Also, I just rewatched the Francesca Woodman documentary the other night, so all this is on my mind.
Link to Chapter One work from Edelman Gallery.
Link to Chapter Two work from Edelman Gallery.
And below, a video of Lauren, explaining her work.
This guy was my hero when I was a kid. Here’s a very nice video on him — surprising honest and refreshing. Lack of hype.