This is brilliant, nerdy, geeky, arty, technically and visually inspiring, and just straight up fucking beautiful.
Drool
Reply
Category Archives: Photography
Swirl
Follow what I’ve been up to with the Bravo’s Work of Art Challenges over here. This week’s inspiration was all about movement as demonstrated by New York Parkour (NYPK). I’ve loved parkour since its emergence and if I didn’t have such weak bones I’d be jumping off of stuff like Spider Man on crack, too. Check it:
Right?!
So I got inspired by the fluidity of their movement, as chaotic as it is, and decided to rock out some time lapse photography with food coloring and water.
- Check out the moving picture over at the Work of Art Follow blog.
Oops, I’ve Done it Again
Last year I managed to get a group of artists together from around the country to participate in a creative challenge of sorts. We watched Bravo TV’s newest series, “Work of Art” and performed the challenges posed to the artists on the show. And since I have no regard for sleep or eating or any free time what so ever, I launched a blog showcasing the works from these participating artists.
Season two kicked off last night and because I’m completely out of my mind, I’m running the blog again. If you’re interested in participating or if you simply want to stalk good artwork in the making, check us out over HERE.
What was I JUST saying?
Saturday, late morning as the sun projected itself through the large window at the front of our house. I glanced up at the mirrored back wall of our dining room (a reflection of the window) and thought, “How amazing is it that depending on the time of day and the angle of light, we have a constantly changing, framed piece of natural artwork?” The back-lit silhouette of the tree on our front patio against our textured, white curtains is sheer perfection to me. And hence further supporting my whole “Life: Imitating Art: Imitating Life” thing.
One of the Most Stunning Things I’ve Ever Seen
How Jamie Beck and Kevin Burg are changing the world of fashion photography.
Even if you don’t read the article, the slideshow of images is worth it. So brilliant, stunning and intimate.
Watching (and allowing) the line between the two grow thinner and thinner.
It’s not uncommon to hear, “art imitates life.” It absolutely does. Artists pull from their life experiences, and emotional responses and unrest to create organic works of art. We take from what we know and what we feel: all of it some piece of life that we’ve lived, albeit directly or through someone else. But I think that as all things come full circle in some way or another, art has its ways as well. Sure, art imitates life. But is life naturally imitating art back? So often I stumble upon little vignettes of life that could more appropriately be called art instead of its natural state of existence. And in return, It makes me want to create art around it. More and more I’m finding the lines increasingly blurred, whereupon I’m noticing pieces of life imitating art imitating life. As if the two keep inspiring one another into this incredible cycle of aesthetically pleasing moments. I’ve begun piecing these moments together in a series of “life: imitating art: imitating life,” and I couldn’t be more pleased with how its evolving. I can’t wait to have a whole stack of these:
- Life: Imitating Art: Imitating Life
- Life: Imitating Art: Imitating Life (II)
- Life: Imitating Art: Imitating Life (III) or “The Art of Racing”
Sappy, but a Goodie:
This last Saturday I had the honor of photographing one of the coolest chicks on the planet. For six hours. In a parking garage, city parks and downtown lots. At a famous, Houston restaurant and the surrounding property of the Menil Collection. We climbed trees, scaled walls and waterfalls, and even climbed into an abandoned shopping cart. Through rain and sunshine and a ridiculous cold front brought by crazy wind gusts that almost killed me. And it was by far one of the funnest days of my life. Not a single second of it felt like work. Seriously, just look at the joy that spews out of this girl.
If you ever need to learn a thing or two about how to take only the greatest things out of life, how to insert joy and positivity into everything you do, how to love and nurture the best (and even the worst) parts of yourself before being able to love and nurture the best and worst parts of others, talk to Deanna.
She’s fearless, totally hardcore, and one of the strongest and most loving human beings I know. Which is saying a lot coming from me. Deanna isn’t just one heck of an awesome model, but she’s a great friend. And I’m gonna miss the bajeebus out of her when she runs off to culinary school in New York.
I’d wish her luck, but she doesn’t need it. Deanna takes whatever the world throws at her and uses it to her benefit. If I’m going to hope for anything for her, it’s that she never loses sight of that. A practice most adults I know still struggle to master. Deanna’s a rare breed for sure, and I’m incredibly lucky to know her.
“The climb is never the hard part actually.”
Erasing tiny fragments of
breath like escaping pain:
A forced reentry.
Clawing like a sky-starved prisoner.
Fingernail to stone, I draw you nearer.
You are the fog and I am the steps.
Or maybe I’m the fog
and you’re the headlights of the oncoming traffic.
Slicing the air the way fingers slice thighs,
leaving behind stories in these gestures
like fingerprints on glass.
We count the inhalations
and check off each exhale
as if we’re adding up our earnings.
As if we’d accomplished something worth while.
Like building character
the way a scratch on a lens adds vein for a pulse.
I am the scratch
and you are the pulse.
Or rather, we are the pulse
and those stairs aren’t going to climb themselves.