I shot this 8×10 metal wet-plate of Dustin a few weeks ago. I shot it with the intention of doing this picture, but just now getting around to it. I saw it in my head. Tonight I shot some stuff in my neighborhood, and just started combining and bleaching.
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.
Someone installed these boom arms on the roof of their building, with strings attached. The vines in the flowerboxes below slowly make their way up the string. Love the colored doors. Near my apartment, this is around 43rd and 10th. My mother would love this.
Competition swimmer, and only heading into the fifth grade next week. Determined. Heart of gold. (with Alison Donalty).
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.
A diptych from today’s portrait shoot with Dustin Cohen. I guess tattoos do show up, after all. Thanks to Tricia Scott for art direction and just a fun day, and to Abby Kraftowitz for great technical help with the process. 8″x10″ collodion on black metal.
Buzzing through the train tunnel today, on the way to the Shuttle to the east side, and it’s rush hour, and gazillions of people, and this guy is stopped to help out a very old Vietnamese woman, who was begging. I wanted to show the buzz of people, only got off one frame; 8 second exposure handheld, so it’s blurred. But if you get a chance to see “I Am”, on Netflix or whatever, you’ll get it about this picture.
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.
I photographed this interesting man today for a talent casting, for a commercial project. He’s from a small town in Sicily. He told me amazing stories of being a writer as a young man, and living in Paris. I asked him to stay around for a portrait, aside from the job. Great face; great stories. I wish I could display it just like I see it, full bleed, on this 27 inch monitor. The bigger it gets, the better it gets.
Early tests. Window light. 8×10 collodion on metal. Ninety-second exposure.
Roger’s hand, and Abby’s flowers. A New York crew is being trained. Early on, but satisfying.
Roger and Abby’s wind machine. Strobe.
Four gigantic posters in the display windows of Christie’s Auction House today, on 50th Street. You could not walk by without stopping; even printed as posters, they stopped you in your tracks.
I’m now the king of searching for wet-plate space in Brooklyn. Here’s a potential studio building, today, off the Graham stop of the L. Reminds me of the electricity riggings in New Delhi, or that old Werthan building in Nashville. It’s a Fire Marshall’s wet dream. I found it oddly pretty, with that window light.
I stumbled onto this Italian Street Fair on Roebling, in Williamsburg, last night. Mount Carmel festival of some type. Complete with six story portable giglio. With the drenching rainstorm, and the tattoo booth next to the statue, the whole thing was surreal biblical.
Stairwell leading to second floor of (hopefully) my new home, soon. Built in 1865, brownstone. Hell’s Kitchen, 44th and Ninth.
Jewelry vendor, today, on Bedford Avenue in Williamsburg. Great style, beautiful face.
Plywood sign glued to the stone doorway, at 31st and Park Avenue, today. I can only assume that, at one time, there was.
Great face, today, on the street in Union Square, at the fresh market. Striking presence.
Two frames from the first pack of SX-70 film, today, at Gus and Barbara’s apartment uptown. With Andre Schneider too and his wife. Handheld, window light, Impossible Project SX-70 B/W instant film. Quirky process, but it’s getting there. Camera from 1970’s is still solid though. Great lens.
Gus and Barbara’s son.
Andre’s stepson, Gabriel.
I made the trip to Mecca today, to The Impossible Project, on Broadway at Canal. The process is still a bit primitive, but it’s come a long way. You still have to keep the image in the dark for the first two minutes, but they’ve designed this cute little black window-shade thing that cover it, right out of the camera. I sprung for a vintage metal SX-70 Sonar, with manual focus override, and some boxes of B/W film.
Rachel, at lunch, in the West Village. Step back in time. Great cafe.