Monthly Archives: May 2009
Emily

Shooting Emily had been going well and we were finishing up with the last outfit at the last location, right near MOCA in downtown LA when my Mamiya jammed. I shifted the camera, put my cigarette in my mouth and the camera fired, taking the best shot of the day.

I’ll take it.

Emily Kang, mamiya pro II 67, Agfa APX 400

Emily Kang, Mamiya Pro II 67, Agfa APX 400 © Doug Kim


Galway

This is one of those shots that when I saw the proof sheet, it was exactly how I visualized the image when i took it on the street. Film’s delayed visual response means continual surprises, good and bad, which is such a vital part of the process.

Cartier-Bresson said that his proof sheets contain such garbage that he would not show them to anyone. Ansel Adams would speak of finishing the day’s work, carrying his gear back to his car on a four hour hike, wondering if he managed to get anything.

It is an image that does not get a very big response from people that have seen it, yet it remains a favorite.

Galway, Ireland, Nikon F5, 35-70mm, Tri-X

Galway, Ireland, Nikon F5, 35-70mm, Kodak Tri-X © Doug Kim


Stonewall Jackson

Stonewall Jackson, one of the great and almost mythical military genius’ of the Civil War, was mistakenly shot by his own men on the night of May 2, 1863 at the The Battle of Chancellorsville.

Dr. McGuire, present at his deathbed, captured Jackson’s last words:

A few moments before he died he cried out in his delirium, “Order A.P. Hill to prepare for action! Pass the infantry to the front rapidly! Tell Major Hawks”—then stopped, leaving the sentence unfinished. Presently a smile of ineffable sweetness spread itself over his pale face, and he said quietly, and with an expression, as if of relief, “Let us cross over the river, and rest under the shade of the trees.”

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Thomas Jonathan "Stonewall" Jackson


Talladega Infield Party

250,000 people, boiled peanuts, off-duty strippers, fathers begging daughters to show strange men their boobs to get a free shot of bourbon.

Welcome to the Talladega Infield Party.

Oh, and there was a race.

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a legion of off-duty strippers © Doug Kim

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these guys were pointing at a 59 year old woman whom they convinced to do her first beer bong. it did not stay down for long © Doug Kim

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every row was tit row, every pit tit pit © Doug Kim

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i can still smell this guy's breath, like a Southern Comfort and sweet tea breeze © Doug Kim

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the two things outsiders don't know about NASCAR races: it is largely a family event and it takes a lot of money to attend © Doug Kim

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a moveable debauch © Doug Kim

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you have no idea how smart these guys are © Doug Kim

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you can make such friends in Talladega © Doug Kim

Shot with a Leica M6 TTL, 35mm summicron, Kodak Tri-x.

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Henri Cartier-Bresson | Martine’s Legs, 1968

Henri Cartier-Bresson rarely shot women in an intimate, sensual manner. His famous image of Marilyn Monroe on the set of The Misfits is more of a comment on celebrity than anything remotely erotic.

The photo of his wife Martine Franck, however, is a delicate image, charged with the latent promise of those intertwined legs.

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martine's legs, henri cartier-bresson


Matt Umanov Guitars

Matt Umanov Guitars on Bleeker has nothing to offer for classical or flamenco players, but I still like to stop by and browse. This particular visit a customer had brought in a Dobro to sell. It was heavily corroded, had a beautiful green patina and a great Dobro voice.

Matt Umanov Guitars, Leica, Kodak Tri-X

Zeke, Matt Umanov Guitars, Leica M6 TTL, Kodak Tri-X © Doug Kim


African White-backed Vultures

Seeing White-backed Vultures in the wild at Kruger National Park is a wholly different thing from seeing turkey vultures by the side of the road, picking at some road kill. These vultures are massive beasts, almost twice the size of the turkey vulture. Like every clichéd rendering of them, they hang out only in leafless dead trees because of their large wing span.

They are some graceful and spooky motherfuckers.

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