When I die one day, and I just might, though the idea currently seems absurd, I hope that in lieu of some phony ceremony wherein people I didn’t like and who didn’t like me much show up and pretend to mourn so that later they can eat Kentucky Fried Chicken and potato salad, somewhere, in…
The purpose of our Days of Art series isn’t meant to be self-aggrandizement, and I rarely do “selfies” except in a mocking manner, but it disturbed me to realize that the anniversary of Martin Luther King’s assassination passed yesterday without my noticing. I’m not going to weep for the man here, and in fact I…
After my recent “discovery” of Ashley Stevenson, I’ve been thinking a lot about Ed Sheeran’s song “The A Team.” Coincidentally, which is to say, in the Universe’s divine, randomized, perfect organization, I’ve also been mounting my life’s portfolio of street photography and encountered the photo, shown below, of a young woman who was seemingly living…
Helen Levitt’s 1970s color photos resonate with a distinctive color palette, full of blue, turquoise, green and red hues. Her shots are of people, alive in their environment, rich in the structure of “ordinariness,” and not simply adornments found in a grey-hued urban landscape. Like Joel Meyerwitz, Levitt waits for those normal gestures that mark…
The road to artistic perfection is strewn with the detritus of spent ambition and broken dreams. For most who adorn their gossamer artist’s wings, standing on life’s precipice waiting for that gust of wind that never comes, each day calls into question the same refrain, echoed both by those who mean well and those who…
So, on a whim, I’ve decided to restart our old Days of Art series, with no commitment as to continuing it other than we’ll do so as long as its A) fun to do, B) reasonable within life’s time constraints, and C) read by someone other than us. We look at art constantly a lot…
We haven’t been posting this week, due to life and the relatively few people who interact with us here, but we have been active on our Twitter account, for those of you with bird brains like me. As a further cheat, I’m going to do something I rarely do, and include a post that I…
For this week’s Friday Fix Your Sh*t post, I thought I’d try something a little different. Partly it’s due to wanting to break things up, but mostly because we’ve had a lot going on today and I haven’t had time to find the right photo. So instead, I thought I’d start with one of my…
“Come and listen to my story about a man named Steve (McCurry) poor (world-traveling, cover-page-earning, National Geographic) picture-taker with some photos up his sleeve. And then one day he was shootin’ at some fool, when down from the sky came that editing tool. Photoshop that is, red line crossed, big festuche*.” So, stop me if…
It’s Friday, so M and I want to advocate, once again, for being professional with your photography and editing it. In order to be more forceful and consistent in our advocacy, we’ve started a new event we’re calling the Friday Fix Your Shit post (#FixYourShizz) on Twitter. Now we know there are purists among you…
