Category: Photography

Chances Are, You Suck


Link: Mostly True:

Do you know that feeling? The one when you’re showing images to someone (perhaps an editor that you were hoping to work with) and you get to that picture, the one that looked perfectly acceptable moments before, but as soon as you show it, you’re filled with regret.

Jason Schneider: Rennaisance Man on a Motorcycle


Link: The Leica Camera

Photography is a small attempt at immortality — a way to preserve some aspect of your identity, your time and your consciousness; communicate it to others and bring it forward into the future. You can say that about virtually any art form of course, but photography is unique in being able to do more with less by employing an effective lever, a technologically based visual recording medium

JEFF BROUWS: “It Don’t Exist – The Impact of Sprawl and Suburban Build-out on Inner City America” (2009)

Aban
Link: AMERICAN SUBURB X

I’ve been photographing the American cultural landscape for the past twenty years. Utilizing different series that I’ve done involving the everyday urban and suburban places we encounter, I’ll strive to make visual and verbal connections between these overlapping territories of American life while sticking to our theme of how sprawl has affected inner city environments.

Real World Estimates – AARP.org Contract


Link: a photo editor

I’ve found that a small percentage of magazines I’ve worked with over the years have no contract at all. In those cases, I send them mine. Of the rest, about half have a contract that governs assignments into the indefinite future, while others, like AARP, send out a contract for each assignment. When I do get contracts with no time limit, I tend to add an expiration date. Here’s the AARP.org contract (click to enlarge):

An Ode to the National Geographic Collagist

Able parris collage illustration
Link: The Photo Society

The yellow border yields a power, which extends far beyond physical geography. It reins in the mythological, transporting its readers back to their wide-eyed childhoods, to their parent’s bookshelves and basements made up of solid yellow blocks, while simultaneously influencing some of our generation’s greatest visionaries and iconographers. Who hasn’t made a collage like David Lachapelle?

David Gonzalez Reflects on the Passing of the Kodak Era

Lens

And so I became an acolyte in the Temple of Kodak. Like a convert, I embraced the rituals, spending hours under the soft amber lights, holding beakers like chalices, head bowed over trays in worshipful anticipation. There was a Zen-like comfort to these processing and printing sessions, which calmed me. I would go in after dinner and not emerge sometimes until sunrise — often with a few rolls of bulk-loaded Tri-X jangling in my makeshift camera bag, ready for new adventures.