This Square’s in Love

Thanks to the generosity of a pair of Elliotts, I finally took the dive into medium format. Oh, I had been wanting to plunge for a while now, but lack of a camera and technology to view the photos were a wee bit of a barrier. Enter Sarah and Rob, one graciously lent me her beautiful Hasselblad while the other passed down a scanner capable of archiving the larger negatives. So there went all the excuses, and over the weekend I was able to shoot and process my first real 120 roll. In the interest of honesty, I had one hell of a time learning to master focus and composition with the Swedish shooter, and though I am very much a work in progress I have started to feel more comfortable and am SERIOUSLY TOTALLY FREAKING EXCITED about the possibilities. I mean, the square format alone is love at first sight, but it’s the detail and awesome depth of field that have me drooling. I mean know I’m insane, but I probably trolled eBay for an ungodly amount of time today looking at medium format rigs for my own, and this was only my first roll! Well they say the first step is admitting you have a problem right?

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Cars, Coffee, and Ferrets…

Ya I was jetlagged, ya it was early, but ya you’re damn right I rallied just 4 hours after touching down in LA to head over to Irvine Spectrum to check out the monthly car show with Robly in tow. The goods were out on display, and the variety of mufflers and mullets was gosh darn impressive. Sure there were Ferraris, Maseratis, Lamborghinis, and Teeny Weenies, but it was the revamped classics that stole my heart. Despite the candy apple reds and fluorescent greens, I couldn’t help myself from seeing in black and white, highlighting vintage lines to place these automotive classics back in the era in which they belong. Oh ya, and there was a f***ing ferret…how’s that for a hook.

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Green with Emory

“I’m going to tell you something to tell your sister…and its going to sound cold, and harsh.” His silky voice had our full attention, and he knew it. Lauren and I  leaned forward in eager anticipation, the pleather towncar interior breaking the  silence with awkward squealing. “You……..Are in Georgia Now.” I still have no idea what he meant (and I’m pretty sure he was a reincarnated version of James Earl Jones as the blind beast owner in The Sandlot), but the vexing advice kicked off an awesome move-in weekend and the first taste of college for Ansley and company.

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Lions and Tigers and Bears…

A sign reads “Once, bears, lions, monkeys, macaws, goats, elephants, reptiles, and turtles, among others, lived here and the sounds of their growls, roars, calls, and clamor filled this canyon. Although these historic enclosures are no longer appropriate for housing animals, they can be home to memories…” Truly a memory of a bygone era, the “Old Zoo” juxtaposes cramped bare metal cages,  looming bear caverns, and concealed concrete enclosures. As I walked through the abandoned relic at dusk, I found myself imagining the animals that used to call this place home, and the eerie stillness filling the gully did wonders to enhance the mood. Slipping through the fence to explore the neglected cages, I was amazed that these barbaric confines were once the modern standard, as I felt cramped and just couldn’t imagine how a 700lb polar bear would manage. It was an awesome experience to finally visit this LA secret, and I hope the photos capture some its character.

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Georgia on my mind

Due to the familial popularity of my last post, I just had to follow it up with another graduation extravaganza (not that I wasn’t going to do this anyway…but that’s beside the point.) The night started with a perfect dinner complete with homemade Ansleyism statues created by the great MOMMA. The gang (including a surprise visit from the Chloe-mo) then filed into the Pageant of the Masters and triumphantly found their “pre-reserved” seats in prime viewing position. The emotions immediately overflowed, and that’s partly due to the fact that Annie’s graduation was more entertaining/exciting/eventful that both Lauren and mine combined. After Mr. Todd’s top ten list and Ansley’s successful stage crossing, we elbowed our way to an open spot to snap off some matching graduate photos. Sadly, I do not have those photos, BUT I HAVE THESE!

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The Dawg Days are Over

It’s the end of an era. No more Hotel Decca. No more Wilshire exits. And sadly, no more Gold MVP. In a jam packed June filled with three separate graduations, UW played host to the first leg of the journey, with family descending upon Seattle to celebrate the awesomeness that is Lauren. After barely enduring a marathon ceremony (survival credited to an audible hotdog break at hour 3), the gang returned to an EPIC rooftop shindig crafted by Leslie along with the always excellent Rob Elliott signature compilation video. In short, the parents eloquently summed up the sentiment best “Here’s to financial independence!” and “Today is the first day of the rest of your life.” Inspiring stuff.

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Balls of Fury

Watching the Olympics tonight made me realize that I had some old photos in the archives that document the holiest of holy Olympic competitions…PING PONG! While fierce young guns duked it out under the midday heat, a grizzled veteran re-entered the fray, returning to the sport he had forsaken so many years ago. The mama was on hand to officiate the proceedings, and the rocks were slobbery as Zorro maintained order.

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Griffith Park

Wait, those hipsteresque boarders existed before Instagram? YES, and these black beauties come courtesy of a re-purposed Kodak Six-20 dating back to the 1940’s. After a brief stint as the focal point (pun intended) of my camera display at the old apartment, and an even briefer fall from said display when it slipped and destroyed my helpless Kindle, I noticed that the little black box might have had some life left in it. A far cry from current DSLR’s overflowing with useless features, the Kodak likes to keep it simple, like really simple, like choose between 5-10 feet or infinity simple. But it was so different and intriguing I had try. After a little digging on the internet, I figured out how to snip/cut/file down a 120 roll to make it fit into the 620 brownie, and from there I took went into the field at Griffith Park. I had long been yearning to re-visit the iconic L.A. landmark , and the resurrected brownie proved the perfect incentive to finally check it off my list. While I was at it, I brought along the Yashica to polish off a roll that had been sitting lonely for a while, and as a backup because I had little faith that any of the 8 shots from the brownie would make-it. It was an awesome day, made even more amazing when I pulled the film from the tank to see gorgeous 6×9 brownie boxes smiling back at me.

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1600mm

“The 800mm f/5.6 is the photography equivalent of a D cup – not a necessity, but wherever you go with it, you’ll make lots of new friends”

So how many new friends would there be if you doubled up to 1600mm? With a newly rented behemoth, Jehad and I hit the streets to find out with some less-than-inconspicuous street shooting. Making the attached 5D look like a cheap point-and-shoot, the fully manual “telescope” proved a tricky beast to tame, but with everything dialed in we simply sat back and waited…2 blocks away from our subjects.

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It’s raining, it’s pouring, the Oliver is snoring

Not that every day isn’t a momentous occasion with Oliver at one’s side, but today was a MOMENTOUS OCCASION. For the first time in his admittedly brief  existence, Oliver ventured out of 7S with the intent to pal around with his New York neighbors. Daring to push the limits of his walking boundaries, Ollie made it down to Washington Square Park to try his luck with various pups. Unfortunately, the small dog quota was seriously lacking, and his loving parents decided against pitting the impressionable youngster against the likes of rottweilers and ridgebacks. To Union Square instead, a decidedly more laid back vibe considering the only dog there left at the first signs of an impending downpour. Ever the optimist, Oliver and his owners waited out the tempest under the shaky shelter of a lone patio umbrella, then trudged home soggy but satisfied.

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