What is it about Chateau Marmont?
Hard to believe that Helmut
Newton died yesterday. His style
was unmistakable. He was the master
of cool eroticism. His work included portraits, fashion and nudes. His images
heat – like
dry ice. I doubt that anyone loved the female form more than he.
Just within the last
couple of weeks, I thumbed through “White Women” and marveled at his unmatched
I was amazed when I had the chance to go through a copy of “Sumo”
– the $3000 “coffee table book” that is literally the size of a coffee table
quality oversize prints, one per page.
He was 82 –
older than I thought – and what a life he led. On the other hand, he still
seemed to be going strong. Out of the blue, he crashed into a wall in front
place that Belushi died). I wonder how many others met their ends there.
Sorry to hear about Captain Kangaroo, too. Takes me back to some early childhood
memories. Thanks, Captain! Bye-bye!
“There are 10 kinds of people:
those who understand binary numbers, and those
(and it's mathematically correct)
Every great photograph springs from two essential choices: where to
and when to release the shutter.
On one level, that point is so obvious, it is likely to be ignored, but it's
the kind of well-explained observation that makes On
Being a Photographer an extremely valuable book. An appropriate subtitle
might be “the inner game of photography.”
The book is essentially a transcript of
Jay, who acts as interviewer/moderator, and David
Hurn, a world-class Magnum photographer, about
a professional photographer thinks and operates. It touches on issues
like equipment, film, and good shoes (perhaps the most important piece of
a serious photographer
to be a photographer. Best of all, On Being a Photographer doesn't
even bother to cover subjects that are better covered in specific technical
books. It succinctly covers what might be called the Zen of photography with
If this book doesn't fundamentally change the way you think about photography
in some important and subtle ways, it will at least confirm for you that you
have the professional
deep in your bones.
F train the other day, I saw a woman with a great baseball hat. It was black
with white stitched-on lettering. Rather than try to describe it, I offer this
approximation of the design.
Yes, it is
They're talking about it remaining cold for a while, and it's been twenty-some-odd
years since it was last this cold. Good thing I've got my long down coat. As
you can see from the picture above, it did get warm enough to give us a freezing
rain that softened the snow for a minute, then fossilized footprints all over
the sidewalk. Walking is a little treacherous in places.
The weather hasn't
stopped me from shooting over the last
days, but a flurry
other activity has kept me from posting.
The Iraq Most Wanted deck is down to $3
Well, it's high season for politics from here on out, I think. The one-two
punch of Iowa and SOTU last night were a bit much. It's all high-stakes theatre
these days. Watching Ted Kennedy shake his head in disgust or disbelief – I'm
not sure which – was refreshing. Nice to see that not everyone was doing the
puppet thing and bouncing out of their chairs to applaud, sometimes
very mechanically, every couple of sentences. Did you notice how uncomfortable
(wooden) some of those soldiers looked?
A patriot's act
Not dead yet
Oliver Wills would love this bargain
Only one day?
Je suis un touriste
Babes sell rum. Notice the grip. Remind you of anything?
Internet pay phone near Union Square.
I've actually seen
people using this thing.
It's almost like that scene out of Blade Runner.
Inside, it's warm and cozy
Sad to read the story of the woman who was electrocuted while walking her
dogs the other night. They put transformers under the sidewalks around Manhattan,
and sometimes the water and snow salt and corrode and damage the containments.
A piece of metal reinforcement inside a concrete slab became a deadly conductor,
turning the sidewalk into a high voltage booby-trap. In other cases, the corrosion
has caused these transformers to explode.
These two pictures were taken the day after the dog walking incident. You
can see the thick electrical cables that they've cordoned-off with orange tape.
As I approached, the firemen waved me around the area. I imagine firemen were
posted near electrical hazards all around the city that day.
Guess they didn't need them any more