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Archive for December, 2007
Was recently watching a DVD of “Wild Style.” A movie that I saw on the screen in the Times Square district in 1983 when it was first released. This movie is a document to the true original “Old Skool” hip hop scene.
Listening to the commentary by Fab Five Freddy, a producer and actor in the film, he mention an old saying about Alphabet city in the 80’s
On Avenue A, your A.O.K.
On Avenue B, be careful.
On Avenue C, your crazy.
On Avenue D, your Dead!
This is far from true these days, even though one should always keep aware in the hood. The Alphabet has changed and people don’t refer to it as so. It’s now just referred to as the east village.
I am not a photographer!
My recent pursuit and attempt to enter the world of professional photography has come to an end. This does not mean that I will put down the camera. It only means that I refuse to continue to endeavor to find a niche in an industry that is over saturated and far too competitive. But even further, I do not have much respect for the medium as an art form. I’ve always thought that photography is for those that can’t draw or don’t want to spend the time to learn.
The only kind of photography that I truly believe is great is journalistic photography. This is because the one thing that photographs do best is capture a moment of a real time and event. The photographers that I’ve had the greatest respect for are the war photographers. And of the war photographers, my favorite is Larry Burrows. When Larry took a picture in the middle of a firefight, he did it with a fully manual, manual focus, range finder Leica.
These days taking a good picture is at it’s easiest. This maybe why there are about 60,000 professional photographers in NYC. My attempt to make it a profession is derivative in my endeavor to become a director. I’ve tried many different things in this pursuit and you can see the results in the galleries of studioDK.org. However, I have never been offered the opportunity. But, many photographers have.
From what I’ve been told, is that I’m a good editor, I’m a good motion graphics artist, I’m a good storyboard artist and even shooter, but no one wants to make the jump and suggest that I’d be a good director. I’ve also been told that I’m a good photographer. The funny thing is, is that with my photography, the fashion people say my reportage is good and the journalists say my fashion is good. This is very frustrating cause, I seem to get all this positive feedback which I believe is genuine, However, no one ever wants to fully acknowledge my skills. It is out of my control.
With all my skills, I have to focus on what is in my control. And because of this I’ve decided that I’ve achieved creating a portfolio of photography that shows that not only do I have an eye for the highest caliber of aesthetic, but also I can carry a story. However, for me to continue to shoot a commercial style of work, I feel I need some financial maneuverability that the industry does not want to give me. And I just don’t have the energy to pursue it, by trying to convince someone who is blind to see all the skills I bring to the table. Given the opportunity I could easily work at the level of todays top photographers. Given the opportunity I’m sure others could as well.
Working as a photographer has more to do with politics than skill. In fact I believe it now takes no skill to shoot a nice picture. Just an aesthetic for it. Point, shoot, look at the screen and if it’s not right, adjust and push the button again.
I am much greater than a photographer….
This time at my mother’s, in the Poconos I woke up no later than 8 AM. The day after my arrival we had a premature snow storm delivering about a foot of snow. The following days it melted quickly as the temperatures rose quickly producing a tranquil fog. I took this shot in my pajamas. If got dressed I thought conditions would change and I would miss my shot.
These are the foot prints of a young bobcat that came to visit my mothers garden. We were very fortunate to experience such a sighting. As I stood up in thought of retrieving my camera, our friends sagacity caught my movement through the windows of the glass room causing him to quickly recede into cover.
The sign reads, “TRAIL CLOSED due to big game hunting season.”
The schedule for hunting season varies according to the type of game you are allowed to hunt. This day was one of the three days of the season you are allowed to hunt bear. I think that this sign serves more as a warning to would be hikers rather than a restriction. However, one should always be cautious trekking in the woods alone. Last year in PA there were 46 total reported hunting accidents. 44 were non fatal which leaves 2. Wow, not very many. Of the two fatalities one was self inflicted and the other by someone else. However, there are many things in life that we engage in that are dangerous but in the woods hunters or no hunters, wildlife can be dangerous too.
As a proponent of our second amendment right which I believe was written under the idea that the United States was created from a pluralist ideal, The term “militia,” and “people” clearly refers to the plural form of “a free and individual citizen.” At the time written, there clearly was no debate about it’s interpretation. And as advanced and modern a society we think we are, let’s not be so silly to think that they had no imagination of the possible advancement of the firearm. Now if you try and claim that the term “arms” in it’s definition, does not include an assortment of personal weapons from a dagger to an assault riffle. I hope that you will suffer a life of enslavement because you clearly do not want to except the responsibility that comes with individual freedom. As you have the right to remain silent, you have the right to decline gun ownership. However, being that you resign to exercise your right does not mean that I should have to give up mine. This is why it’s an inalienable right. You see above, I do not have a gun. But more importantly you should see that I am being responsible for my own safety.
Although I do not own a gun because of the laws created by the useful idiots that make up the majority of New York City. A city that probably has stricter gun laws than Soviet Russia, I still was able to hunt and this is what I shot.
Isn’t our country beautiful?