Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Meredith Nelson Illustrates / TA Photographs

Neat to see the end result of these collaborations with illustrator Meredith Nelson, created with art direction by the talented Michelle Jordan. Apple's Harry Chen, our talent, couldn't have been a better actor on our non existent set.

Friday, July 27, 2012

More Real Life Science Fiction

Wow...there is an awful lot to write about this week, but I can't seem to get to it. The debate about Instagram and Hipstamatic being or not being "real photography" hits a fever pitch, Joe Klamar's Olympic Portrait series start changing the way we view the world, and in the midst of it all a major magazine you've all heard of hires me to spend the week shooting a story with my phone in attempt to create "facebook style annecdotal storytelling" ( my words, not theirs ).

In the middle of all that, I got to witness more Real Life Science Fiction, with my assistant hand holding a Kino Flo.


Sunday, July 22, 2012

Snapshots From The Life

Summer is here.
And the children, they aren't yours, you know.
They are for the universe.
You just gotta stand out of their way.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Snapshots From The Set

In the midst of a great project , currently un-named, being shot in curious spaces all over SF and SV.

Every now and then there is a project that feels seamless and feels exciting to build and watch grow...and this is one of those projects.

Snapshots from the set here.


Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Everyone Has Personal Work

Summer is here.
Eli Archibald is in Video Game Design Camp and has created the game called Cat Catcher.
The rules are as follows:

The goal is to use the arrow keys to chase the cats.
If you bump into a cat you catch it.
If you get hit by TNT explosive you lose a life.
Your goal is to catch the cats before losing your life.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

James Bond Season

Dr. No.
Learning To Kill.
James Bond Season at Forest Theater in Carmel, CA.

This came out last summer, but maybe I forgot about it or something...but it bubbled to the surface today with summer theatre season approaching.

Inspired brilliance from designer Dave Thomas, totally killer art director based in the UK.

Friday, July 6, 2012

This Is More Like It

June is over. Smithsonian Magazine's June Food issue will be gone from the newsstands. A quick dig into the mailbag pulled up these late coming letters to the editor, addressing our project  HOW THE CHICKEN CONQUERED THE WORLD.

To the humorless vegan and Mr. I'm-ashamed-of-you: This trivial article comes under the category of "playing with your food" not "mutilation of the honored dead". Find something important to complain about. Sheesh.
I love Smithsonian magazine- I grew up with it!- but have to tell you how shockingly offensive is this series of photographs. Would you make fun and amuse yourself with skinned wolf carcass or a raccoon body? Would you do it with a dead plucked heron or a dead frog? No, because it offends our basic sense of respecting dead bodies of any species, by not making fun of them. So why do you think its OK to amuse yourself with a dead chicken body? For the first time, I'm ashamed of you, Smithsonian.
This is fabulous! Bravo for your ingenuity and creativity. Its good to know the Smithsonian hasn't completely succumbed to the PC whiners.
This isn't really clever. It's downright tasteless and an insult to any vegan or animal advocate who reads your magazine. I recall that in the not so distant past, Smithsonian was simply boring. Now it's decided to become downright offensive.
Sigh...I clicked on the headline because I thought they were going to be LIVE chickens!
Dare we call these photos "shutter clickin' good"? LOL!

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

July 4th, 2012

Just wanted to share this image I took last week when I went camping with my kid's scouting pack.

This was the retiring of the flag ceremony, where a flag is dropped into a fire pit by two scouts who weren't really anticipating just what they were about to do.

The flames licked the fabric and absorbed it steadily. The kids grew quiet. My son Wilson, age seven, described it as sad. When I asked him to explain, he couldn't, but simply said that is what it felt like.

And it was! I can't really explain it better than that either.