While out and about in Winston Salem over the Christmas holiday, I was walking past this building and had to snap a shot of it. I’m pretty sure it’s a hotel. Not sure which one.
Yesterday, we went into the studio with a young model we’ve worked with before. Her aim is to build a portfolio that she can show an agency.
When time permits, I’m always looking for people to shoot. And with this, I made it all about experimentation.
The above shot was painted entirely with a flashlight.
One of the weirdest parts of the image was that a red tone showed up in the streaks that didn’t show up in any other photo. I’m not sure where it came from exactly, but it looked pretty damn cool.
This particular shot was a 37 second exposure at f11.
A family recently hired us to photograph their holiday portraits.
The mom really loved a Vanity Fair style portrait of Interior Designers she found in a magazine, and brought it along to the shoot to art direct one of the images.
When I asked her about whether she minded the gear in the frame, she said, “I love it.”
I’m quite pleased with how the image turned out, and honestly never thought a family might like their portrait done in this way.
For the record, I’m almost positive that the daughter did not know that her mom’s hand was on her hip like that.
Nothing gets me more excited than excellent work. And this collection of standout 2014 movie posters are no exception.
These two I’m posting are so inspirational to me.
Check the rest here.
It’s December 16. This is around the time when the stress of the approaching holidays becomes a bit of a brutal attack on my psyche.
It starts as early as Thanksgiving. And it lasts through the Christmas break.
It’s as if my whole life I was able to improve many attributes about my character, but the failures all revolve around coping with family at the holidays. I’m quite sure I’m not alone.
The stress manifests itself any many ways:
Tina gets stressed, too. And if we don’t mindfully address that we’re likely verbally guillotining each others heads off at any spontaneous drop of the hatchet, we may forget that we’re actually best friends AND lovers.
My atheist prayers get answered
One of the hurdles with leaving religion was the automatic excuses to escape praying to a deity about everything from lost car keys, airplane turbulence or suffering the third day of a little sniffly cold.
A couple of days ago, Tina said, “I’ve never watched It’s a Wonderful Life” all the way through. Have you?”
“I don’t think so,” I said.
She looked on Netflix and any other OnDemand service we have and the movie isn’t available like that. In great American consumerism fashion, it’s either catch it while it’s on, rent it or DVR it.
We DVR’d it and watched it last night.
It’s supposed to be one of those top-ten Christmas movies of all time, and many seem to hold it dear to their souls claiming to watch it every year. It’s supposed to be this dear Christmas message. It’s supposed to blow your mind with amazing CGI and light saber scenes.
You’ve probably seen it. And maybe you like it.
But, damn, Tina and i were scratching our heads after it thinking, “What’d we miss?”
The buildup is like virgin sex. You’ve developed this high expectation in your head, and when it’s said and done, the payoff is a frown and a shrugged shoulder.
The message is shitty, too. It’s give up on all your dreams and revel in your failure, because otherwise, your town might have been filled with some really awesome sex shops and vice options.
Or some shit like that.
Another message is that if your hot wife doesn’t marry you, she’ll go to her grave as a hot spinster who happens to become a librarian. Boo hoo.
Jimmy Stewart’s character should have committed suicide so we could at least have a big splash in this pathetic piece of cinematic ennui.