Superbloom

Posted on April 26, 2017 by gwunterberger

41 minutes. That’s how long our GPS estimated it would take to get to the Antelope Valley Poppy Reserve. Problem was, it said 41 minutes every minute after passing Magic Mountain. Without technology or a concept of time, we looked at each other and wondered aloud if we’d made a massive mistake. Perhaps we took a wrong turn? What if we arrive to only patches of dirt? Who visits Lancaster anyway? Or, what if we hang in for five more minutes, round the corner, and stare down at a valley of glorious orange as far as the eye can see?

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The Years Drag On

Posted on May 26, 2015 by gwunterberger

The place was dark. The men wore drag. And the photos were dirty (literally and figuratively). Just the way she liked it. A lesser woman might have chosen aggressive drinking and bad decisions, but Ansley went the route less traveled. Long Beach.

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It’s Saint Nick In A Box

Posted on January 3, 2013 by gwunterberger

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house…well, you know how that old crap goes. Contrary to what the jingle might suggest, on this Christ’s un-birthday we creatures WERE stirring, As merry models stepped out from the strobes to stand behind the camera, with digital and analog blending worse than week-old eggnog, a glorious catalog of Christmas cavorting came to life. Yet now that Christmas time has come and gone, a question still lingers, where you naughty or were you nice? The jury is out on this crew, but one thing is for certain, we certainly gave the Thanksgiving Post a run for its money. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS!

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FNO

Posted on December 20, 2012 by gwunterberger

I believe I have successfully stretched the boundaries of “fashionably late,” considering Fashion’s Night Out occurred over 3 months ago. Regardless, I pulled this out from the archives, so here we go. FNO’s timing this year could not have been better; not because we were finally in NYC to experience it, not because my girlfriend had recently secured a job at a major fashion magazine, but because I had just secured a new camera from eBay! Shamelessly capitalizing on the listing mistake of seller tahoerealtor5, I managed to secure the legendary Yashica T4 super for the meager sum of $50 ( the going rate for a T4 is for upwards of $250.) For those of you that just googled “Yashica T4” and were wondering what could possibly make that plastic 90’s point-and-shoot worth anything near $50, say hello to Mr. Terry Richardson. In reality it’s actually the Carl Ziess lens that give the camera its mojo, but for all intents and purposes the T4 can attribute its fanfare to Terry, so what better way to break it in than to emulate that full-frontal-flash style (minus the penises and vaginises…I’m just not there yet OK)

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Flash Fail

Posted on November 15, 2012 by gwunterberger

I consume a lot of photography related information on the internet, and the one thing I know about myself is that I am easily influenced. This mostly stems from my curiosity; usually I’ll try some new technique, have a little fun, then go back to my main stuff. So when I started to notice posts online about using flash for candid street photography, I loved the look and started to devour content. In fact, I remember first stumbling upon the work of Bruce Gilden during a pregame for a Fraternity party, getting completely sucked in and then missing the entire night. I remember staring at this Gilden photo in awe, then this photo, then stumbling upon interviews with Charlie Kirk and his flash work in Tokyo. I knew I had to try it. I read all the tutorials, all the techniques, all the negative comments from readers exclaiming that “if somebody tried to do that I would smash their camera.” I didn’t care, and only gained confidence when the photographers themselves noted that for the most part people didn’t seem to mind. The only thing left was to get out do it, so I slapped on a flash and wandered out into the night.

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