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I was checking out Mr. Winkle today and it felt good. I couldn't help but realize that Mr. Winkle was cuter than my Napoleon Froman. I didn't like that competitive feeling. I started to tell myself that Napoleon was cute in his own less photogenic way. He's black and it's hard to give him his due. Mr. Winkle, well, he's like a freaky little toy but I love that.
A visitor to this blog wrote me that I looked like a cross between an elefant and a cow with mad cow's disease. His blog is about his political opinions. So here's another pic of me to confirm the description.
I'm working on some samurai pics for the next movie. The photo posted before wasn't that good so I wanted to do better here.
I was much surprised to receive an invitation to Easter lunch from Sister Nora at Villa Maria in Water Mill. We shot the last movie (Griffith Gaunt) there. While I have vast amounts of footage of the property I don't any stills at the moment.
and I've accepted that. After three, THREE, days of trying to figure out how to get a 35mm screw mount lens on the hasselblad, I have given up. Some people encouraged me. But the hasselblad to m42 mount adapter was strangely missing from the market place. After a lengthy convo. with a Russian guy in Atlanta, it's over. He says: "It's like the forbidden city, that Hasseblad. The shatter (sic) won't work."
I'm still in the single minded pursuit of a way to put my screw mount lenses on the Hasselblad. It must be done! I can hear you, "Tanster, why would you want to put 35mm lenses on a medium format camera?!" It must be done!
I can't stop thinking about cameras. The only art that dominates our shallow culture is photography. I've been communicating with Joerg who wrote me something simple about working in medium format photography. The larger negatives are nice but I have a fantastic camera sitting on the wall in front of me. I'll post a pic so you can see what it looks like.
My friend Joe hooked me up with a used Raleigh C30. It's my first girl's bike. It used to be a rental at Rotations in Southampton. I had been using a Trek which, I'm told, was way too big for me. What is it about a new bike that gets you excited just like a little kid? I certainly never had such a nice bike when I was a kid. I was pinching myself for having the Trek but it was too big and it would cause pain in my neck.
I have been corresponding with a wonderful guy from Germany. I hope he doesn't mind me posting his self portrait here.
I do a lot of complaining about freecycle because I'm tired of this post in my yahoo inbox:
As a child of the 80s, I believe hacking to be the mark of a truly intelligent person. I can't hack but I guess I can try. My friend told me I could get a firmware hack for my digital rebel. I'm trying to do it but it's not coming easily.
It's outlined with a sharpie. I colored it in with caran d'ache sticks and then applied water.
Napoleon's suffering from post traumatic stress disorder today. Even though neither Napoleon nor I got cut. Big accomplishment.
I got two general messages today. Yahoo! news had one of those articles about psychosomatic physical issues. Such as: people who are happy are healthier. Scientists put blisters on happy couples and on unhappy couples. The blisters healed two days faster on the happy couples. Okay, that's nice.
As an over achiever in recovery, Martha Stewart is designed to bug me. She's the most amazing at everything. This is the typical personality of the self hating person who has everything prove. No big surprise there.
Have you ever noticed the kind of people that blogs attract? How many rambling, my family was fucked up so that's why I'm a slut/fat/passive aggressive sites are out there? How many will morbidly attract me?