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LAST 10 MINUTES

Monthly Archives: January 2008

Baby BABY

Palm Press has been publishing images of mine on and off for several years. Here is the latest card from when Stephie was pregnant last fall. The typography is by Rachel O’Shea, who with her sister Eve, are two of my favorite girls on the planet!

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01.24.08 Posted in Personal Work

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Beirut & Obama

I am sitting listening to the new Beirut (Flying Club Cup) playing along with Barak Obama’s incredible speech at Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta on Martin Luther King Day. They weave in and out of eachother. I am reading a blog post from my friend Alan Paul, who has taken his family to China with his wife Becky, who runs the Bejing Bureau of the Wall Street Journal. Jackson, all of 87 days is asleep face down over my lap as I write this and we listen to Obama and Beirut together. My mother calls. It is the tenth anniversary of my father’s death and what would have been his 84th birthday. My brother writes from a palace in a rice field in Bali, “big festival with dancing gods and whole villages in procession to a portable gamelan banging it’s way through the streets.” I get another email that Henry Froelich, who used to run Mamaya America, and took VERY good care of me always has passed on. I am thinking about ideas for portraits of Aszure we are doing this weekend.

I miss my Dad.
Attached are pictures of my father and mother holding me when I was Jackson’s age.  If you click on the picture, you can hear my father singing on Thanksgiving Day many years ago.   He is watching a football game with the sound turned down, describing the game and singing with Bobby Short at the same time.

01.24.08 Posted in Personal Work

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Company Photographer

Was invited to participate in on the advisory board of Aszure & Artists. Went to the first meeting – roomful of fascinating Danceworld heavies. Aszure was amazing running the meeting – being able to ask for help while also being clear about where she wants to take her creations both with her own company and other commissions she works on. She handed out a mission statement with my name listed as the “company photographer.” It was a dream come true. We have taken pictures several times over the past year – none of the shootings were documenting her works. They were more improvisations she did with her dancers for the camera. I love her work so much, like a dream I never remembered but wish I had. She had asked me for a bio a while back and I sent an email with the following answer which she printed in the statement:

Aszure…

Can I say in my bio that I had a life altering experience seeing you perform at Jacob’s Pillow?

Can I say that I stalked you for many months until we had lunch one freezing day and you let me in?

Can I say how the shootings we have done have recalibrated my internal rhythm ?

Life is only about rhythm. I photograph the beats. I have had to work through actors and presidents, surgeons and bakers, civil rights heroes and muses to finally…finally get to Aszure – who pounds the floor and spits and insists that beauty is not always pretty….and yet it is always beautiful.

I have been taking pictures since the age of 5. I am obsessed with the next five minutes, the next ten pictures, a map into a dream. I just became a father and am quickly learning a language with no words. I think alot of about the connections we all crave with eachother. I try to photograph from the inside out.

The photographs are only the excuse to get to know you and ask this one question that has been bugging me….

I spend alot of time trying to remember specific moments – and photographs give me a fighting chance.

I take mostly mental pictures.

My pictures are becoming more and more cinematic. Rather than presenting a singular moment as the truth, I have been shooting the whole arc. I have been stitching the moments together into little movies. I like making you shiver.

When I arrived, Aszure handed me the new issue of Movmnt Magazine with these spreads:

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01.24.08 Posted in Personal Work, Uncategorized

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A Movie and a Play

Two dates with Stephie this week with Janet in town to talk in Jackson’s language. Both the movie (the Diving Bell and the Butterfly) and the Becket play at BAM (Happy Days) were brilliant and so inpired. Both involved losing the expression of much of one’s body, and still able to express so much. By the second act of Happy Days, only Fiona Shaw’s head was left peering out, her body having been swallowed up by an arid, rocky, forbidding landscape. Only a talking head – no body – on the whole stage held the audience breathless. She could say more with her face, her eyes, each swallow, each scream – than most ensembles, like a geyser of humanity erupting in a barren landscape. Also saw “There Will Be Blood” – which in comparison felt like an exercise in suppressed anger and oh….my studio all turned away when I said I didn’t love this film. Maybe I couldn’t find a place in that dream. Take me to Sweeney Todd again!

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01.23.08 Posted in Uncategorized

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A Wing and a Prayer

madeyoulook2.jpgHave waited so long to get Last Ten Minutes going – that I am not going to think about the audience too much. Funny to start wrtiing for myself, or for you. Do I write for my corporate clients who might read this one inch above the bottom line, or my father in law working in the Franklin, Tennesee City Hall Codes Division? Am I going to hear from my mother’s friends in Pittsburgh or my teacher Wendy MacNeil from RISD? Am I confusing everyone with too much text and not enough pictures. Mike Daisey is a big inspriation ( www.mikedaisey.com) in the way he just runs amazing pictures and let’s them speak for themselves, and has the prose there, too. Will have to see how this goes. Feedback is, of course, more than welcome.

01.23.08 Posted in Personal Work, Photos

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