You were saying?
I love you.
"Don’t confuse legibility with communication. Just because something is legible doesn’t mean it communicates and, more importantly, doesn’t mean it communicates the right thing."
David Carson, Graphic Designer (via pertesacker)
Some notes I took from a lecture with Gregory Crewdson. Absolute inspiration.
Imagine what is happening behind the walls.
Create the activation of an image.
Obscure thoughts.
Challenge them.
Building anything is necessary.
The core foundation of art.
Find meaning.
Normal VS paranormal.
Separation from the real world is necessary for an artist.
David Lynch films change lives.
Morbidity is a massive influence on my work.
I had dreams of floating.
Huge influence.
Find ways to elevate yourself to find a different perspective.
Lie to the cops to get a shot.
Stuff a bear to get the shot.
Write on a door of a random house “I want to enter your backyard and draw a perfect circle out of manure and then photograph it from an elevated height.”
I received a message from the owner on my message machine. “Do what you gotta do”
Motif for my life.
Everyday life should be shot with lights to create a beauty and mystery.
Work in a sound stage.
Smaller moments should be given a larger scope through scale and light and colour.
Places in-between places.
Do not be afraid to light things to create another world.
Elevate yourself! If there is no snow. Make it.
Buy a crane.
Rain machine.
Snow machine.
Find a sound stage.
Ryan: How many takes? Gregory: A lot.
My life is broken into 3 parts, Pre Production, Production and Post Production.
Very little is spent in production.
Pre production is a very lonely part of photography, driving, thinking and preparing.
Post photography goes on forever.
Photography is about the mystery behind a decisive moment.
I am dyslexic.
Photos told my story.
I got into photography because of a girl.
I love photography over motion because of the stillness and order in a shot.
Very little happens in my pictures. So much goes into my photos, very little is actually shot.
Absolute stillness is what it’s all about.
All artists go through a period where they challenge their expectations.
Organic.
Moving process VS precious process.
I never wanted to document a place, I wanted to make it better.
Location found, idea will come. Lighting added, then an image.
Once an image is locked in, that’s it. The core image always remains constant.
Shame and guilt to a certain extent is what photography is all about.
Asking someone to get in a picture is just as hard as asking for a city to close down for a shot.
If you don’t take the image, noone will.
Artists feed of artists.
You absorb all your influences (music, film, literature) and change it 1% and hopefully make it your own.
You create your artist identity in your 20’s and that sets the struggle for the rest of your life.
You really know nothing, all you have is the next picture.
Art is not about your fans or critics, it’s about you and you alone.
That never changes.
It’s constant.
Ruined. With a foiled perception. We delved into the darkness together and you took me into your hole. We made a pact and you broke it. I’ll never see the light in your day, you’ve gone. You’re done. It’s for the best.
Ma Gallery.
Love.
Ring.
Foster The People.
dakota smoking, dash snow
The ability of this photographer to capture such intense, beautiful, wild, intimate and honest images of life, drug addiction, sex and love. Something that is dearly missed.
A few weeks ago I was on a shoot for Post Modern Ink, we were down at the lovely Maroubra Beach. I was shooting a girl for the cover (I can’t really say her name as the issue hasn’t hit the stands.)
As the shoot was rather early in the morning, (5:30am), the weather was a little cool to say the least. As the model came down to meet me she was dressed in a torn t-shirt and a pair of knickers… visibly shivering her ass off.
As I was aiming for a sunrise shoot, and the sun had begun to crack over the horizon, I had very little time to be dealing with shivering talent. So, I did what one would normally do in that situation, I handed my camera to my assistant and ran into the water… fully clothed.
I walked back up to the beach and said to the model “Now who’s colder?”.
Her eyes were so wide with joy that she ran into the water and the shoot took off!
Do shit. Just Because.
