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Snap! Donate to my friend Blaire's project (I'm shooting stills for her book on the new American Dream.) Cool prizes for supporting her on FairStreet.com - the newest and coolest crowd funding site! Check it. @fair_st @blairebriody
Come check out the coolest music video ever - I shot it in July in Nevada and it's premiering at The Studio at Webster Hall. It has everything - deserts, casinos, neon, foreclosures, canyons, rivers and an insight into the human condition...
Wednesday, January 16th.
125 East 11th St. Between 3rd/4th aves.
Doors at 7:00, video screens at 7:45, followed by a live performance by the band - Jon Sandler.
Click the photo above to RSVP and to gain free entry ($10 at the door without Facebook RSVP:)
NYC before and after - the downtown skyline last night from the Brooklyn Promenade (right) versus a shot from the same spot, this past September 11th (left.)
Week 2 of my new feature for The Rumpus: This week Christopher Beha talks about a place in NYC that is important to his work. Here is his paragraph to accompany my photos:
Like many fiction writers, I have the occasional experience of making what seem at the time wild intuitive leaps that can be described after the fact as rather straightforward appropriations of life. The offices of the magazine where I work are in Greenwich Village, a few blocks from Washington Square. While in the early stages of planning out my second book, a novel about a young woman who undergoes a test of faith after converting to Catholicism, I spent my lunch breaks walking around the square and the surrounding neighborhood, thinking about this woman, trying to understand her. The woman had a name, Sophie Wilder, but not yet much in the way of a story. I didn’t know what happened to her. At the time my cousin Paul lived in a house on the north end of the square, and I would often walk by the place. At some point, the neighborhood — and these walks around it — seeped into the story. A voice came into my head, a voice that was not quite my own but was the voice of a young writer, working on his second book, walking around Washington Square, thinking about this woman, trying to understand her. I realized that the difficulty of understanding faith from the outside was part of the story that I wanted to tell, and that this skeptical young man was going to be the vehicle for telling this story. I decided to place this character in that house on the square, where he would live with his cousin, and I decided to set him to the task of finding out What Happened to Sophie Wilder.
― Christopher Beha
THE RUMPUS Project: NYC Writers in Their Environments:
(HERE is Amy's paragraph about her chosen "place.")
Author: Amy Lawless
Space: Casa Magazines, 8th Avenue
“If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you'll never learn.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 I love to see decay and desire, regret, and hope in the eyes of man through my own too-flawed/human eyes. I love to watch the drama unfold upon the page: Who are these people in gossip/trashy magazines? They share my DNA and little else. I am like a foreign exchange student in my own country gazing upon mass media. I grasp at the meaning of the image's capture and barely know these names. Letters arranged become words. Words become names. The arrangement of letters on the page brings me no closer to solving this estrangement. The woman who played a quirky girl on television almost lost a finger. A wealthy child of privilege will now be the wealthy child of divorced parents. This other woman will be legally wed to another human being one day soon on Planet Earth, Milky Way. Who cares???? And yet, the drama splays itself across glorious pages consumed by most/all/many—you might not desire the information described herein but your brain holds it prisoner nonetheless. Who is your god? Do you have one? Is it a character on the wall reflected? If not, maybe your television is not vivid enough. (They’ve done wonderful things with high-definition. Look into it.) I am looking and looking and wanting and searching and I can't find someone to worship anywhere in here. Usually this pursuit makes me more lonely. Everyday I look in the papers and in real life, magazines, the internet, and around New York City. It never goes away. I am terrified, but I can't stop looking. When a face once perfect and preserved and upheld reproduced ad infinitum and meme’d into a sick death (or simply worshipped) turns aged or dies, we collectively reach for the [insert your own personal vice here – ice cream, gossiping, boozing, dick, running, more TV, other ritualized behavior]. Genuflect. Breathe easy now. Turn the corner, refresh the page, unplug, and perhaps even connect to a human here, near, dear, on the corner of IRL and your dinner plate. The decay, the humanity, the flaws, the living together in a sick brew inspire me to write more poems and of course gives me new shit to laugh at 24/7/365. Hit me now/now/now/now/now/now/now/now/now/now/now/
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My notes on this new project:
I'm really psyched about this series… I have collaborated with the wonderful folks at TheRumpus (one of the few legit and inspiring lit blogs left standing,) to shoot a series of NYC writers in "places" which are pertinent in some way to their writing. Each was given a vague request to think on a place in or around NYC that has inspired, facilitated, appeared in or otherwise enabled their writing or process - and it has been a blast to shoot.
We have run the gamut of the NYC literary scene - from non-fiction essayists, to poets to magically-realistic novelists - and we're just getting started. This is the first installment in what will be a regular feature on TheRumpus.net and my blog. The first to be featured is the refreshingly poignant and stunningly candid Amy Lawless. Each writer was asked to submit a paragraph explaining why they chose this location and, said paragraph, (far more eloquent than this one) is included with the photo above.
Please explore more of Amy Lawless's awesome work on her Website, click here on TheRumpus to discover new and fascinating literary shit every day, and check back here soon to see the next post. If you would like to suggest a writer, journalist or poet, click on my profile to email me. Due to time and space constraints, we sadly cannot include everyone, but if you're doing/publishing/reading something fresh and exciting (read: not more ho-hum, thinly-veiled, victim-based, "me-me-me and my sad sad childhood" kind of junk,) then submit names and books, we would love to see.
More will appear on my website soon and in the coming weeks...
New Fortune Magazine is out - my shoot with the CEO of Panera Bread in the front... Outtakes to com on my Website.
AdoptNY has just launched their campaign to encourage pet adoption form NYC shelters and to advocate for New York to become a "No Kill" state. As a shelter dog owner myself, I was excited to be able to contribute by shooting these portraits. All the owners and dogs are real adoption stories - a great group. Here is a link to AdoptNY if you'd like to foster or adopt. Please re-post these postcards on your Facebook page to help spread the message of shelter adoption.
A portrait from this week's Adweek - the heads of the ad agency Your Majesty. We had a blast as I busted out my broken Swedish for their amusement. Lisa Ekdahl was discussed... Cool guys. Here's a link to the story: ADWEEK LINK
Ben Martin on the PGA Tour, St. Simon's Island, GA.
For Forbes Magazine.
Shooting at the Westminster Dog Show again today...
More soon.
Another shoot for Inked Magazine - Chuck Ragan is a blues/acoustic, post-punk solo artist who was on tour with The Dropkick Murphys. We shot in the post-industrial neighborhood around The Electric Factory in Philadelphia. Outtakes coming soon...
Recent shoot for Inked Magazine of Boston Wonder-Chef Jamie Bissonnette of Toro and Coppa. If you're ever in Boston, make sure to check out these awesome restaurants - really unique menus.
Top: Tufts/Oberlin Alum Doug Quin records sounds in nature around the world. We spent the day wandering the waterfalls of Syracuse. He's worked on projects ranging from Disney to Werner Herzog.
Bottom Left: Boston-raised indie-rockstar / gifted author / all-around-brilliant-intellectual-starlet, Alina Simone has too much going on to catalog, but we (coincidentally) went to high school together and ended up reminiscing as we wandered the streets of Brooklyn with some vintage luggage.
Bottom Right: Country music writer turned world-traveling performer Darrell Scott drove outside the city limits of Nashville to get this shot on an abandoned farm. When he's not playing his original work, he tours with countless greats including Robert Plant. Outtakes from a favorite Nashville club coming soon.
*Click the images to enlarge and scroll through the slideshow.
New story for Time and some news...
Time Magazine just posted a cool story for which I shot the photos - it's about the (soon to be official) world's largest tree house. I traversed the Tennessee Valley and spent the day with the self-ordained minister who awoke one day with "a vision from God to build a tree house, knowing the (he) would never run out of materials."
Twelve years later, the tree house is 10 stories high and overseen by a cast of characters who will be touched on in the next installment of the story - for now check out the details behind the structure itself: Tree House Story.
Also attended the Magenta Flash Forward Festival in Boston and hung out with Doug Wallace from "Magenta Foundation" and Andy Adams of Flak Photo.
I was awarded a Bright Spark Award by Magenta for next year's festival, see a list of the other winners here: Magenta 2011.
Travel Mas...
Almost a repeat of the last journey... I'll be in the following areas with full still and video kits later this week for 10 days or so:
New Orleans (and surrounding Louisiana)
Atlanta (and western Georgia)
Alabama
Mississippi
Tennessee (western including Memphis and Nashville)
*Here's an image from a road trip to the world's largest tree house - story (and new blog) to follow.
Just Announced: My Nevada Brothels Project was among the winners just chosen for the 2011 Magenta Flash Forward Competition - Details to follow soon. Here is the list of winners: Magenta Flash Forward
Travel and more travel:
I have upcoming travel to the following, link to the eblast below:
New England:
-Boston
-Maine
-New Hampshire
The South:
-Tennessee
-Kentucky
-Alabama
-Atlanta
Upstate New York:
-Syracuse
-Rochester
-Finger Lakes
*An image from a recent story on the last company town in America - it closed last month in Nevada. Click here for the Travel Newsletter Archive.