
Califragislistic

Califragislistic

a.k.a. the rapture
Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the reverent in the right – right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.
It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine. —R.E.M.

The Haunted Palace

swimming sans suds
Here’s a sneak peek of last weekend’s photo shoot. Much like my upside down picture of Kash, this is an example of photoshop-free levitation photography. There is no trickery here.
Model: Ben Kirsch

First steps after gravity shifted.
It’s been three weeks since I last posted. I thought I would need a lot more time to recover from 2010 and my 52 Project, but already I’ve been in withdrawal, which I take as a very good sign.
So, yes, I am reprogramming in 2011. There will be different ways to defy gravity, experiments with lighting, and a haphazard posting schedule. I’m also learning how to get by with just one fully functioning hand because I broke my middle finger on my left hand over the weekend.


The month of October for me was bookended by two entirely different photography workshops. A few weeks ago I posted about the Eddie Adams Workshop, a photojournalism mecca where reality, observation, timeliness and documentation are essential. The polar opposite would then be an emphasis on creation, illusion, and trickery. And, for that, I chose to attend a one-day levitation workshop in Los Angeles with Natalie and Brooke.
Levitation is not a new subject for me; but levitation without jumping? Movement in low, all natural light? Definitely new. And definitely inspiring. The experience reminded me of my college days as a print journalism major who realized too late that I would have fit in much better as a creative writing or radio/tv/film major. One of the highlights of college was definitely the insane amount of hours I spent with three RTVF majors recreating the depths of Dante’s Inferno for a multimedia journey through hell.
Truth or fiction? I appreciate both sides of the coin as far as photography goes. Neither (when good) is easy. They both require patience, vision, and a skill for storytelling. The primary lesson I learned from both workshops is that when the photographer feels something, it will come out in the pictures. In New York, I felt like someone socked me in the emotional gut almost the entire time that I was shooting pictures of a man who simply and clearly wants to die. And while the image above was not created wholly in camera, it wasn’t until l actually felt discombobulated looking at it that I sensed it was heading where I wanted it to go.
What do you think? Do you feel anything when you look at it?