This is Sarah.
This is Sarah.
Meeting and shooting some of the directors at this year’s Asian Film Festival was such a treat. These guys were completely ego-less and wanting to try any and every goofy idea possible. They had even flown to the states with their own props.
For Giant Robot, I had the great task of shooting director Sion Sono and actor Eiji Okuda, both of whom were in town for the Asian Film Festival here in New York. Sion’s film “Love Exposure” won the Grand Jury Prize. Both men have great style, but Eiji’s face in particular invites some Leone-type landscape / close-ups.
Shot with a Nikon D300 and either the 85mm f1.4 or 28-70mm f2.8
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.
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.”
Celebrity photographers in general do not do much for me. Many times their images are technically astounding, perfectly lit, and handsomely styled, but the results can be dead and unimaginative. There are also those photographers that are overly clever and much too conscious of their own style and their efforts are contrived and feel false. In both cases, the viewer ends up focusing on the clothes more than anything else.
I really like many of Chris Buck’s images, however, and his stellar use of props.
My favorite Modigliani is in one of the great gems of Los Angeles, the permanent collection in the Norton Simon Museum in Pasadena. Many times I would pay the eight dollar admission, ignore the rest of the museum and just sit in front of this portrait with its tragic caption:
This work depicts Jeanne Hebuterne, wife of the artist, whom he met in 1917. Modigliani died of tubercular meningitis in 1920. Despondent over his death, Jeanne committed suicide the following morning. She was nine months pregnant with their second child.
Now that I am in New York, there are many more Modigliani’s, especially at the Met. But none come close to the one in Pasadena, the one with the slate grey eyes.
Stephanie and Selena are identical twins in San Francisco. When I shot them, we had grand plans for a few locations, several wardrobe changes and a couple of different looks and feels. We had so much fun in their apartment that we never even made it out. I could spend a year shooting them.
Taken with a Leica M6 TTL 0.58, 35 summicron and Mamiya Pro II 67, and Tri-X.
“One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now. Something will arise for later, something better. These things fill in from behind, from beneath, like well water. Similarly, the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe and find ashes.
“After Michelangelo died, someone found in his studio a piece of paper on which he had written a note to his apprentice, in the handwriting of his old age: ‘Draw, Antonio, draw, Antonio, draw and do not waste time.'”
— Annie Dillard, The Writing Life