The five minute portrait. Just checking in.

This is my kid, Ben.  I'm blessed to have such a good kid.  I had some lights set up in the studio from my photo session with Alexis, last friday.  I walked past Ben's bedroom on my way out of the house and out to the studio and I was amazed at how much he'd grown.  I was also amazed that he was sitting on his bed studying his Spanish.

I asked him to come with me to the studio and spend just a few minutes sitting for a portrait.  I wanted to see how the light looked and I wanted to see if my memory of the Kodak SLR/n having better skin tones (by far) than my new Canon 5D mk 2 was just optimistic or if the Kodak really is a better portrait camera.  It is.  I also wanted to photograph one more subject before I tore down the lights and got ready for the upcoming work week.

To light this I'm using one gigantic 84 inch Lastolite umbrella with shoot thru diffuser on the front.  It's firing through a 6 foot by 6 foot diffusion silk that about five feet from Ben.  The background is lit by a little light in a small softbox five feet from the canvas background.  I'm using various black flags to prevent to  much "fill/spill" from hitting the shadow side of Ben's face.  This took, literally, five minutes and 20 frames.  I'm happy with the look.

I'm using a Kodak SLR/n with a 135mm f2.8 Nikon lens (MF) that I picked up last year for $60.  The light for both sources was from the Elinchrome Ranger RX.   The file is a conversion from raw with no levels or color controls.  I love the flesh tones.  That was my question.  I love that my kid dropped his book and followed me to the studio without a moment's hesitation.  Life is good.

The Anti-Workshop was a smashing success. No one got hurt and we saw art. Great art.

Let's get the important stuff out of the way first.  I shot with an Olympus EP2 camera and a 20mm Panasonic lens.  I thought it was perfect and tiny and light.  Nice to carry around all day, especially if you have a skull and crossbones wrist strap, carefully selected for you by a teenage boy...  I can't imagine any working photographer that doesn't have a collection of self portraits in bathroom mirrors from around the world.  This one is from a bathroom in the new section of the McNay Museum.

Speaking of Museums, the McNay utterly blows away the Blanton Museum in Austin for architecture, the breadth and depth of the collection, and just plain coolness.  Here's a newly acquired Picasso which joins the other two in one of the intimate galleries in the original part of the museum.  My shooting companions were as amazed as I at the stellar collection of twentieth century masters that  are hidden away in this treasure of a museum.  I guess I'm a sucker for sentiment because I really liked the Monet water lillies.   But the Renoir nudes are the raison d'etre of being an artist......

We spent a good amount of time rummaging thru the collection.

I found this sweet person at the market square sitting with a similarly dressed companion.  I asked them why they were dressed up.  They smiled and said, "We're celebrating the fact that we're still alive!"  Sounds good to me.

I guess I was channeling my "inner Stephen Shore" with this shot.  I love the many meaningless juxtapositions I find all over San Antonio.  That, and the famous Olympus Jpeg colors make every image a bit juicier.

But I guess I should report on the actual anti-workshop:

We met in front of the Alamo at 8:30 am.  Bernard brought ample copies of my maps of downtown which had areas of visual interest marked and noted.  We pulled together the group of 28 intrepid shooters and talked about the mechanics and ethics of street shooting.  I gave a vague itinerary which basically suggested that we meet up again in two hours, at Mi Tierra restaurant in Market Square for a brunch.  There was tons of activity around the Alamo and many stayed for a while to shoot.

I headed off to see the San Fernando cathedral and was charmed once again.  I'm also very happy with the new park in front.  It's very cool.  Then I made my way over to the Market Square.

Being Labor Day weekend things were hopping.  Food merchants had booths set up everywhere. The smells of cooking food were intoxicating.  Bands were playing on three stages and diverse groups of tourists ranged everywhere.  (Free range tourists?)  I put us on the waiting list for a big table and I could see our people having a blast, shooting everything that moved, just outside the windows of the restaurant.

If you're a Texas photographer and you haven't had a meal at Mi Tierra, shame on you.  It's not about the food (although it was very good, especially if you are a lard snob...) it's all about the giant mural, which now contains film maker, Robert Rodriguez's image as well as Eva Longoria's.  We're talking a painted mural at least 60 feet wide by 18 feet tall, painted with a wild impasto/realist style.   It's also all about the 50 foot long case of Mexican pastries and candies.  It's all about the carefully trained staff and the endless, over the top, decor.  We stayed for two hours and could have stayed one more if the street hadn't beckoned.  Amazingly, for such a large group, no one shirked their part of the check.  We actually had a surplus of cash.  First time I've ever seen that.  And I'm 54.

Off we go to shoot the swirl of activity in the market square.  Off to see the old buildings on Houston St.  Down the Riverwalk to see the Southwest Craft Center (beautiful!!!!!) and then back to the heart of downtown.

At 3:30pm some people peeled off and a core group of about 14 rendezvous'd at the fabulous McNay Museum.  I think I've described the experience pretty well, above.

When the guards and docents kicked us out a closing time we headed one block away to La Fonda restaurant on N. New Braunfels to get our second helping of great salsa and Tex Mex, layered in with a little alcohol.  Lively discussions ensured:  Who's the biggest online photo poseur?  (you had to be there) What does the future hold, technically? What the hell is diffraction and why is it intent on limiting things.  Which was the favorite painting at the museum?  Who got to photograph the teenagers learning to throw knives at the Alamo?  And so much more.

Best part?  I think everyone quickly learned that they didn't need a big name teacher or a fancy venue in order to practice their photography crafts at a high level and to really enjoy the day.  At least that's the vibe I felt.  If someone disagrees I'm sure we'll see it in the comments.  And if anyone had a bad time I'll be happy to refund their full tuition!!!!!! (What?  It was all free???????).

A pretty damn cool article. About one of us. A real photographer named Dave Jenkins.

Go here and look at this incredible article that will shortly be in your mailbox in the form of Rangefinder Magazine:  http://www.rangefindermag.com/storage/articles/RF0910_Jenkins_Jenkins.pdf

Dave does incredible architectural photography work, is a successful photographer,  and incidentally is a regular reader of this blog.

Getting a profile in Rangefinder Magazine is an achievement I've yet to figure out how to get.  I think you either have to be really good (like Dave) or be able to pay someone off.  And it's kind of a Catch-22 because if you're not good enough as a photographer to be able to make it into the magazine on the strength of your own work you're probably not good enough to make the kind of scratch it takes for a pay off.  At least I haven't been able to.......(I'm kidding about the second half.  I don't really think the magazine accepts payola.  Sorry but my lawyer makes me add these disclaimers for the humor impaired and the very linear thinkers.  Go HDR....).

But back to my point.  I'm reading the comments with a finer tooth comb these days and finding that we have an audience of very, very talented people.

Go to the link.  Read the article.  Look at the great work.  And then come back here and give some well deserved "Kudos" to Dave Jenkins.  Pretty damn cool!!!

Way to go, Dave.

"It reads better than it lives." -Ian Fleming

I think my friend, Alexis, looks like a glamorous spy from a movie.

There's a lovely line in one of my favorite Ian Fleming Novels, Diamonds Are Forever,  it's actually the last line of the book.  The character, James Bond, ruminating on the life of a spy, says, "It reads better than it lives..."


To a certain extent, that's the way I feel about photography.  I grew up reading about the swashbuckling adventures of Magnum photographers and Life Magazine photographers who were chartering planes to fly deep into the Congo or over the South Pole, drinking Rum punch in Paris right after the war with Ernest Hemmingway, and then dancing the night away at 21 in New York City.


The camera seemed to be a magic talisman of incredible power and the men and women who could wield them effectively were the surrogate eyes of the world.  The best of them were paid like princes (Avedon would amass a personal fortune of over $50 million !!!  Annie Leibovitz was able to loose nearly half of that without even trying.....) and even the most workman like of advertising photographers seemed to earn like plastic surgeons and orthodondists but with the added benefit of not having to play with blood or buy malpractice insurance.


Somewhere along the line, the wheels came of the profession and now even the top dogs struggle from time to time.  But I think we all persevere because we can't imagine having to do a real job.  Being leashed to a real schedule.  The world is changing.  It won't always be the way it was.  And not everyone is bringing wonderful new stuff to the table.   Another quote from the bond book,  "Tell them  in Chicago that their guys suffered from delusions of adequacy...."


There are still a handful of photographers making good livings shooting advertising.  Many fewer are making a living at all shooting photojournalism.  The ones that are hanging on are doing it by mixing in new visions and technologies.  Slide shows with captured sound.  Video clips, etc.  Maybe the wedding people are still ordering caviar and drinking martinis but my take is that it's rough all over.


I still think people look in from the outside with rose colored glasses on and think that photographers are living a dream.  They see the iceberg part of a photographer's life.  The scant time spent on the actual shoot.  They don't see the "Titanic sinking" business end of the iceberg which is all about waiting and negotiating and PhotoShopping and begging the clients to "please send the damn check so I can keep the lights on...." and then spending every free minute marketing and cold calling.


Maybe the opacity of the surface makes people too optimistic about the business.  Maybe a few more stories of talented shooters going down in flames and celebrated visual translators getting stiffed by multi-national corporations would open a few eyes.  Then they might understand that this has become a tough game.  I wouldn't give it up for a minute and yet, even with four good books out and twenty something years of experience, I still get nervous near the end of some months.  I still loose sleep wondering if the jobs and the checks will keep coming in.  In all I guess what I'm trying to say about photography is,  "It reads better than it lives...."  (apologies to I. Fleming)


The photo above, of Alexis, was shot this afternoon in the studio.  I used a Canon 5Dmk2 and an 85mm 1.8 lens.  I'll let you figure out the lighting yourselves......  Alex is one of the people I swim with almost every day at the pool.  One of the projects I've decided to do is to photograph everyone I swim with, one by one here at the studio. 


Note:  Get a good night's sleep.  Tomorrow is the anti-workshop.  Cruise around, break the rules and take all the photos your memory cards can handle.  I'll be playing "lifeguard" on the periphery.  Remember the Alamo.  8:30 AM

   

An interesting campaign for a Japanese Tech Company.

We talk a lot here about philosophical issues pertaining to photography.  I thought I'd take a break from that and just show a nice, cohesive campaign I did recently for a Japanese company.  The art director was very good with direction and I feel like the combined images worked well.  This campaign is all about branding and very little about actual product.

The shoot was really straight forward. We used a Nikon D2x and a small assortment of lenses.

The art director was Greg Barton, owner and creative director at Dandy Idea.

On another note:  We're doing out "anti-workshop" in San Antonio starting Saturday Morning.  8:30 at the Alamo.  Free.  Open to all.

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RICHARD AVEDON: "Listening to Avedon" (1995)

RICHARD AVEDON: "Listening to Avedon" (1995)

Do you ever do photographs just for fun? Really silly fun?

This is a photo of my friend Lou.  Here she is normal, beautiful and happy.

Then we get the idea to wire her up to a special device that will be tripped with our Pocket Wizards in the hope that, with enough probing, we'd hit that part of the brain that controls automatic smile responses.  I'll be the first to admit, we got greedy.  We figured if every shot was a sure deal for smiles we'd save consumers a bundle on film, processing and prints.  And, of course we'd miniaturize the circuitry just as soon as we found the right nerve bundles and the right nodes........

But as you can see from her expression we were never able to quite hit the "smile center" even though we had an amateur neurobiologist along for the ride.  Word leaked out and we had to agree to pay some fines and sign a piece of paper stating we'd never play with a model's deepest emotions again.  But, the device is selling well in several other countries----but in entirely different markets.

(This is total fiction.  Don't wire your friends up at home.)