Posts Tagged ‘analog photography’

Reading Cones in winter

Wednesday, August 27th, 2014

I have always loved photographing sculpture, since those first assignments in my Jane Addams Community Center photo class in Chicago. It was during that time that I shot this photo, early one morning on my way to an office job in the Loop.

That typical Chicago winter weather made Richard Serra‘s “Reading Cones” stand out in a way that made me jump out of the car. Had I ever really seen this sculpture before that morning?

I’ve always liked this photo, and have given it as a gift, but this print has spent most of the last decade hidden away in a box. Last week, while hanging photos at home, I needed something vertical to fit a space in my installation and went searching for the one print I knew I had of the Reading Cones, on a soft matte fine art paper.

Now that it’s up there, I love living with it on my wall. It is grounding, regal, quiet and confident. And, it merits being printed bigger than the A4 I modestly permitted it.

Richard Serra's Reading Cones in Chicago's Grant Park.

Richard Serra’s Reading Cones in Chicago’s Grant Park.

A howl from coast to shore

Wednesday, April 24th, 2013

The saddest dog I ever met lived alone on an island you could only reach at low tide. When I visited, he followed me around the island just close enough to keep an eye on me, but at safe distance. He wouldn’t approach my out-stretched hand, no matter how much of my dog-lover’s heart I tried to project. His howl echoed on the wind the morning we left.

Communicating from distant shores

Communicating from distant shores

The Little Girl and The Pusher

Wednesday, April 10th, 2013

A couple of today’s treasures from my weekly Wednesday in the dark room, and a new series of photos brewing.

Being led along the Seine.

Being led along the Seine.

The pusher.  8e arrondissement.

The pusher. 8e arrondissement.


Wednesday, July 18th, 2012

Impossible Project, a name designed to keep our expectations low?

I like sending polaroids in the mail. These are on their way to St. Louis.

Diptych on rue Albert Thomas

Analog surprises

Friday, June 22nd, 2012

In the middle of a roll of film, a surprise! A triple exposure, auto-portrait with two dear friends who, I believe very soon after this photo was taken, went off in different directions for 6 months, one to Nairobi, the other to Dubai.

Autoportrait à trois

My haunted photo

Tuesday, October 11th, 2011

I didn’t touch the negative. I didn’t move the filter. The paper was fresh. It hadn’t been exposed to any light that was shaped like a finger. I swear to all of the above. So I don’t have a physical explanation for it.

I was in the darkroom for almost 5 hours, ready for a break, and decided to make one last print. It was too dark, so I thought to myself (again), “ok just one more, then I’m done for today.” Except that the next one had something strange on it that looked like… I put the thought away, because it was on this day and I was a little jumpy in that old house, standing there in the dark on a basement floor of centuries-old stones that used to be the walls of a church.

So. I quickly (frantically) made another print, trying not to think about WHAT had just interfered with my process. The new print was just fine, and as soon as it was safely in the fix I turned those lights on fast and I was packing up. I didn’t even really look at the print until days later when I was back in Paris.

So, what exactly are those shapes, and who put them there?

Bed sheets, un-disturbed

Bed sheets, un-disturbed

Bed sheets, with ghostly interference

Bed sheets, with ghostly interference

There are two distinct shapes, almost a 3rd. Since they’re white, it means the corresponding objects were opaque, and placed above the paper, thus blocking the light. But no one else was there but me, and I didn’t do it. One shape looks like a distinctly male organ, and because it’s a photo of my sheets, it’s a bit of a ghostly joke. Though it could also be a dismembered finger. That other thing, which is slightly 3D, I’ve no clue…

Analog weekend

Thursday, April 15th, 2010

I’m sending myself away to the sea for the weekend, to the edge of land and where I can touch the water and stand in the sand. As far out as the low tide allows.

No digital cameras, no computer, only film and and notebooks.

Destination: Etretat.

Trouville, tide coming in. 11pm, June.