Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
NYC to Berkeley to Tucson in 24 Hours - The Odyssey Begins (continues)
The desert hare 66 (aka Farmer Foley) takes the wheel and the journey begins
Bye bye Tucson and your freeway underpasses, hello desert
The wide open highway (shot with my G1 camera phone, phone camera?)
Majestic saguaro cactus so proudly hailed at the twilight's last gleaming
Bye bye Tucson and your freeway underpasses, hello desert
The wide open highway (shot with my G1 camera phone, phone camera?)
Majestic saguaro cactus so proudly hailed at the twilight's last gleaming
Labels:
desert odyssey,
road trippin',
stoney melon,
tucson
New York @ Night
Maybe Manhattan's best kept secret - The Campbell Apartment - inside Grand Central. Thanks to the lovely Natalia for your beauty and your patient pose. If you've never been, you've never been to New York I'd say, proper attire required.
Moto on a Monday night? Best bar in Williamsburg for sure, just ask any local that's been in the hood for more than 8 years. Even the kids love MOTO.
I Shot New York
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Robert Frank's - The Americans - @ The MET, NYC
Trolley Car, New Orleans - 1955
Many things have and will be said of Robert Frank's monumental photographic reportage of the state of things in America back in '55. Jack Kerouac said,
"Anybody doesn't like these pitchers don't like potry, see? Anybody don't like potry go home see Television shots of big hatted cowboys being tolerated by kind horses. Robert Frank, Swiss, unobtrusive, nice, with that little camera that he raises and snaps with one hand he sucked a sad poem right out of America onto film, taking rank among the tragic poets of the world."
Was lucky enough to catch the entire body of work for his romp through the heartlands and badlands last night at the Metropolitan Museum while on assignment. Along with Cartier-Bresson, Frank has been my true mentor and teacher through all these years. Thanks.
Rodeo - New York City, 1954
Many things have and will be said of Robert Frank's monumental photographic reportage of the state of things in America back in '55. Jack Kerouac said,
"Anybody doesn't like these pitchers don't like potry, see? Anybody don't like potry go home see Television shots of big hatted cowboys being tolerated by kind horses. Robert Frank, Swiss, unobtrusive, nice, with that little camera that he raises and snaps with one hand he sucked a sad poem right out of America onto film, taking rank among the tragic poets of the world."
Was lucky enough to catch the entire body of work for his romp through the heartlands and badlands last night at the Metropolitan Museum while on assignment. Along with Cartier-Bresson, Frank has been my true mentor and teacher through all these years. Thanks.
Rodeo - New York City, 1954
Labels:
Metropolitan Museum of Art,
NYC,
robert frank,
The Americans
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