Wednesday, October 6, 2010
I just saw the social network and was struck how spot on Jesse Eisenberg's performance was. I have photographed Zuckerberg a couple times and found him to be incredibly shy and withdrawn. The first time I shot him I think they had three employees. Here is a shot from a couple years ago.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
I shot my first short last week and really enjoyed the process. I have spent the last month casting, story boarding and location scouting.
The process was not as difficult as I expected but certainly a challenge. I found myself dealing with the same issues I have dealt with since I fist picked up a camera. Waiting for light. Putting the subject within a frame. But with motion I had to think about how all the shots would fit together and also had to think about the camera moving.
Mike Sugrue has been super helpful throughout and has always been willing to answer any questions I had no matter how simple minded they were. Archibald was there on day of the shoot and stuck it out on a very long day.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
I was packing up a bunch of film and came across a whole stack of polaroid books. For years every time I shot a job I put a polaroid in a note book and ended up with dozens of books before switching to shooting mostly digital. I opened one up today and came across a week in early 2004 that looked especially fruitful. Lebron and Steve Jobs in same week though I don't remember having a personal man servant that year.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Last week I went to Chinatown in search of a fish to photograph. I had two of my girls with me. We walked into a large market on 12th street here in Oakland.
Each customer seemed intent on handling each and every piece of fish laid out on huge beds of ice before making a final selection which invariably turned out to be the initial fish fingered many minutes earlier.
I have observed this phenomenon years ago at Macys. I once saw a woman methodically unfold and examine every shirt on a four by eight foot table stacked 8 shirts high before heading off empty handed.
I guess it is just cultural. I have on more than one occasion come precipitously close to getting my hand slapped for almost making physical contact with a piece of fruit at a Parisian peddler’s stall. I think they would have been only mildly more offended if I had attempted to take a crap on the apples.
At the fish market we decided to have a look around and came upon large tanks filled with all kinds of crustaceans, fish and amphibians. We rounded the corner and saw a squat man with rubber boots all dressed in white beating two giant catfish the size of small dogs to death with a wooden dowel. The girls were fascinated by what they saw. They were not afraid nor were they giddy. They just stared while they held hands.