Born in 1930.
So. Most of us made it through February, hip deep but happy. Spring training is underway, America’s robin redbreast of optimism and of good twilights for shooting. But all is not well in terms of “exposure.”
First, read Noah Vaugn’s rationale for not giving one’s work away, at http://photoprofessionals.wordpress.com/
Now, order a pizza and wallow in this for a while: Seth Anderson’s No You Cannot Have My Photo For Free.
Most everyone is now familiar with Victoria Will’s tintype portraits of celebrities, made at the Sundance Festival for Esquire magazine (http://www.victoriawill.com/#TINTYPES); well-meaning online comments have read into the image of Philip Seymour Hoffman since his untimely passing (“Hellooo, he’s an ACtor.” “we KNOW, we WANT to read into it!”)
Now comes this justified rant from the artist Nicholas Payton regarding one of the oldest stereotypes, rearing its hoary head in journalism looking for a fresh angle on this story: http://nicholaspayton.wordpress.com/2014/02/06/another-shot-in-the-arm-for-jazz/
(The line “When Miles Met Philip” reminds me of “No, Ted Nugent went to high school with me.”)
Actually, no attitude need be displayed. Pay attention.
Really not so far removed from this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4Ku17CqdZg
We’ve never had a bad time in Milwaukee, and there’s a good reason to go there while the weather permits: a lovely little show at the Portrait Society Gallery in the Third Ward. It’s called “Certificates Of Presence.” There are new darkroom prints from Vivian Maier’s negatives (as always, one or two you’ve yet to see); iPhone pictures from J.Lindemann’s year of being grounded (for a very good reason); and prints from another “found” archive, 300 Kodachrome slides by Latvian-born Livija Patikne. It’s up through March 8, so go. Say hi to Tony for us.