August 17, 2014
onlyonphotography:

phototweak:

believeinfilm:

Share if you think it is stupid Nikon says no film photography in their contests.


Jesus H Christ…

No words for the dumb.

Perverse

onlyonphotography:

phototweak:

believeinfilm:

Share if you think it is stupid Nikon says no film photography in their contests.

Jesus H Christ…

No words for the dumb.

Perverse

July 15, 2014
The real problem here is that Winogrand’s praxis — along with the theory that has sprung up around it, drafted by such photographer-critics as Ben Lifson, Leo Rubinfien, Tod Papageorge, and of course Szarkowski himself — is premised on what photographer-theorist Richard Kirstel, in an essay, has called “reverence for the intensity of the glimpse.” And, in the last analysis, the glimpse is simply an insufficient basis for the construction of an epic vision. It will do for lyric poetry — for a Kertész, a Doisneau, a Levitt — but not for those who think on epic scale: Edward Weston, Eugene Smith. Only Robert Frank ever built an epic on glimpses — and he managed that not by glimpsing better than other photographers, but by developing and maintaining a political stance (which Winogrand studiously avoided) and by painstakingly redacting his imagery into a spare, taut, book-length sequence.
July 9, 2014

adamgoldberg:

the bowery. 

i’ve just landed. by far the most harrowing landing in personal aviation history. the passengers applauded. but that is neither here nor there. except that i’m here. i’m staying at a hotel catty corner from my old bowery apartment where I lived the last time new york was my only home — in the year leading up to and months after 9/11. 

there was no hotel on bowery back then. halfway to gentrification, it was still populated by as many flophouses (this hotel, an erstwhile one) as hipster’s lofts, but not so many as to deter the flocks of scenesters from the bowery bar, to which my leaning tower of a railroad loft was attached. i can’t believe it’s still standing. i think the bowery bar must be holding it up.  i hated that bar. I’d rarely get a drink there. i opened my building door one night to discover one of their patrons pissing on it.  it was tacky sceney. every once in a while i’d lazily drop in in the hopes of picking up a tacky sceney girl so i could show her the errors of her ways. and  by pick her up, i mean, sit there until nothing happened, which it did invariably.  i preferred, phebes,  the quasi sports, aspiring hipster bar across the street, that kept changing its name, and back again until finally it reclaimed it original name. it kept remodeling itself in the hopes of understanding who the hell it was that was hanging out on the bowery in those days. but mostly i preferred the now defunct marion’s downstairs, a sort of throwback cocktail lounge with decent food and occasional revues. 

when i could i had the stomach and even possibly enjoyed playing live, but couldn’t barely write a song to justify such vim, old pal eric who live a few blocks away and i would play in our sebadoh cum sonic youth cum telvision cum shit band at the acme underground around the corner or push my gear down the bowery to cb’s gallery where we played our last gig as that band i believe. 

I was miserable those last months in that apartment . in the throes of a shitty winter, a breakup, and 9/11’s haunting shadow. mine was a soundtrack of karen dalton and a blood curdling wake up call each morning for weeks, courtesy of a  billboard being built by the landlords who, unbeknownst to me, bought the building so they could build the the thing. my bed, effectively in my kitchen, which faced the dead zone that was the build site between the bowery bar and my apartment, would shake. 

right around the corner was/is the great jones cafe. great drinks, food, jukebox, and the fucking bass player from pavement tended bar. this blew my mind. have wonderful memories from that place. eventually i had to avoid it though — or not so much it, as a waitress friend of my good friends with whom i managed a feeble rebound and besotted makeout session. pathetically, or as if to honor the worm i was or, rather, the worm i did not want to reveal myself to be, i still have not been back. 13 years. 

weekends were the worst. the sting of the bowery bar’s jovial congregation bit harder those last months. from my second floor window I could almost touch the young and happys (I was still old then) that flocked to the bowery on the weekends. i could almost touch them. but not quite.  i moved back to l.a.

i can see my old apartment from this hotel room. i miss it.  

July 7, 2014

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June 25, 2014
Testing iSight camera’s f/2.2 lens on the iPhone 5s

Testing iSight camera’s f/2.2 lens on the iPhone 5s

June 12, 2014
Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania, 1994
Photo by Cary Conover

Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania, 1994
Photo by Cary Conover

May 31, 2014

mrgif:

littledragon:

Mr. Gif was in the Tumblr IRL haus last Friday.

i ❤️ little dragon

I love this camera, saw it being used backstage at the Grammys this year (scroll a few posts down). It inspired me to try this with a three-camera setup with my photography classes. But WHAT CAMERA IS IT? I never see a mention of the camera being used. Update: found out it’s a Nimslo

April 12, 2014

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March 30, 2014

theatlantic:

42 Years of New York City Street Photography

Artist Flo Fox describes her life creating gritty, clever, and often raunchy images. Despite multiple sclerosis, lung cancer, and partial blindness, Fox continues to capture life in the big city. Flo, which has screened at festivals across the country, comes from director Riley Hooper.

Editor’s Note: The film contains nude photographs.

(Source: 990000)

March 18, 2014
mpdrolet:

A horse and rider watch as the space shuttle Enterprise is towed from a Rockwell International facility in Palmdale to Edwards Air Force Base for a year of flight tests, Jan 31, 1977
Art Rogers

mpdrolet:

A horse and rider watch as the space shuttle Enterprise is towed from a Rockwell International facility in Palmdale to Edwards Air Force Base for a year of flight tests, Jan 31, 1977

Art Rogers

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