April 11, 2014
I’m really not one of those social media quiz takers, but this one got me. It’s a list of 200 so called classic films and you have to see how many you’ve seen all the way through.
I got 121 out of 200. Which, there were some of seen parts of, but ended up not being able to finish out of sheer boredom.
I’ve probably seen more of the earlier movies than the average bear thanks to my film background and then an onslaught of Criterion Collection purchases back in the DVD days.
As if they’re dead and gone.
There are many movies that I wonder how they are considered “classics.” By the standards it appears the buzz feed folks are using, there would be a list closer to 400 at least.
But it’s a fun list to remind yourself of some of the movies you’ve seen, loved, hated, or whatever’d.
Go take the quiz here if you’re dare.
April 10, 2014
My photo partner Bill text this morning and said he wasn’t feeling well and if I could cover Phantogram today at JBTV.
I didn’t quickly say yes. We’ve been absolutely slammed. But I made a promise to myself that if Bill can’t shoot, I’m going to shoot every band possible.
But Bill called. And I had to say yes.
More to come!
April 10, 2014
For all of you who want to come stay with us, thank Tina and your lucky stars, we bought a sofa bed.
For all of you who have stayed with us in the past and endured a couple nights on a blow up mattress, go ahead and schedule your next trip. We think you’ll like this better.
Mind you. It’s a sofa bed, and they aren’t a “real bed.” But the mattress on this sucker is kinda thick. And it doesn’t roll into the middle like other sofa pullouts.
You’ll still have to deal with my main work computer, but I think you’ll find it much more comfortable. We went with the chevron, because, well, we could get away with it … being artsy and all.
Now we need to figure out a way to paint these walls the right color. We’re thinking a hague blue.
What do you think?
April 10, 2014
I love this work from Russian photographer Katerina Plotnikova.
The great thing is, all the images are real. The animals are trained. About the fox above, she says:
The fox, for example, is a real domesticated animal. His name is Adyssey. He has a bit difficult temper, but he is very loved by his owner. All the animals that are in my photo shoots are treated really well. Sometimes, I even think that their owners treat them better than their own kids!
See more images here, like the one I referenced in the title!
April 9, 2014
Last week, one of the bands I shot was aussie band Strange Talk. This was another one of those experiences that when I researched their sound, I was meh.
But when I saw them perform live, I’d totally be a fan.
The guys were all super cool, and when we photographed our portrait — which I’ll post later — they were stoked to be in a photo that wasn’t stylized. The guitarist Gil said, “It’s so good to see us in our own clothes.”
I took that as a compliment … in a way. Why publicists and management folks force people to not be themselves is, well, not beyond me. I get it. I just think a band should have a bit of say about what the image is they are trying to convey.
Unless of course that image is ketchup-stained, couch potato look. Then, yes, a publicist should get involved.
I’ll throw a music video below the fold so you can get a feel for their sound and if you’d like to do so.
April 8, 2014
Over the past three weeks, Tina and I have:
- Photographed close to 6,500 images
- That’s three bands, five events, six interiors and 63 corporate head shots, five portraits, and three bunnies.
- We delivered approximately 1,000 images (out of 6,500)
- Shot over 400 gigabytes of video footage
- Almost completed an 18-minute video out of that footage.
- Delivered eight requests for estimates
- Helped raise money and awareness for two different charities (children with special healthcare needs and cancer).
- Hired three contractors to help with production, photo and video editing
- Worked on launching a new site with a new identity
- Ordered new business cards
- Did our best to maintain our workout schedules
- Tried really hard to keep up with our social life
- Stuck by each other through every hour
All of the above is true except for the two bunnies.
There were only two.
Thing is, we have a to-do list that just doesn’t seem to quit.
I’ll take it.
April 8, 2014
I’m covered up with work, but while I work, I listen to the radio, both music and NPR.
Yesterday on NPR, Terry Gross aired an interview with Bart Ehrman, the UNC bibllical scholar who wrote “Misquoting Jesus” among others. He has a new book out just in time for Easter called, “How Jesus Became God.”
You can read about it and hear the interview here.
And today, Terry Gross interviewed a scientist and feminist named Barbara Ehrenreich about her “spiritual experiences” and how she views them from the perspective of an atheist and rationally-minded individual.
Check that one here. Both I can’t imagine my family and friends from back home listening to, but that’s par for the course.
April 8, 2014
Don’t the kids at Vice.com know I’m going to San Francisco at the end of the month?
Don’t they know that I’ll likely have a great time, and likely … just likely start telling people stories that start with the words, “In San Fran, we dot dot dot.”
Don’t these people know that spreading negativity about an idea or perspective that another person holds dear is … well, offensive?
I guess not.
San Francisco used to be that place you moved to if you were too weird for LA, but too lazy for New York. It was a perfect city to ply your trade as a quirky motherfucker with a penchant for “edgy performance art” and whimsical scarves. That was just dandy. We liked that.
Around every corner, there could be an anarchist bookshop or a dude covered in glitter, wearing a Spongebob t-shirt, and sporting a raging hard-on. Where did that San Francisco go? Across the fucking bridge, that’s where.
Oakland is cheaper than San Francisco (but not by much), it’s close to Berkeley’s cultural gravity, and it’s just a BART trip away from what’s left of SF’s relevance. It’s also an industrial wasteland full of crime and Raider fans. You might ask yourself, What happened to San Francisco’s iconoclastic spirit…? Well, in two simple words:
There’s always been a bourgeois element to San Francisco that we all just ignored. The landed gentry of Nob Hill, Pac Heights, and Sea Cliff have always been there. They have owned their home for years, love wearing fleece sweaters, own nothing but real wood furniture, and are the type of people who tool around McCovey Cove in their yachts during Giants games. They are from a different planet and don’t mingle with the plebs. They have their world of brandy snifters, champagne flutes, cheese tastings, and obscure European automobiles. They honestly don’t care what you think.