Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Maplewood is generally viewed as a fairly wealthy town.
Albeit not as homogeneous,
thank god, as some well off towns around.
With wealthy I don't mean it's inhabited by rich people,
although I'm sure there are a few.
We're talking mostly middle-class.
Many commuting to NY for work.
There's also a fair share of not se well off families in Maplewood.
Schools are mainly okay, but not problem free.
And the underpass from Maplewood to the train station looks
I don't know if it's NJTransit's responsibility or the towns?
Either way it's neglected.
I'm just waiting on the roof to fall in when I pass under.
During rains water is running down the walls, peeling off the
murals. Bit by bit. The yellow submarine is threatened.
As are those of us who commute to NY.
Monday, April 27, 2009
While I'm deciding what digital
camera to buy as a replacement for
the one that got stolen a few weeks ago,
I'll show some proper film shots.
This one taken with a Hasselblad in
Chile a while back.
Unfortunately I can't quite justify
getting an digital Hasselblad as photography isn't
my everyday occupation.
Besides, it's hard to get that Hasselblad feel even with a
digital Hasselbald as the format isn't the same anyway.
I do have some older digital cameras but somehow
I don't quite feel like taking pictures that might not
be technically okay to begin with.
In case a shot turns out to be nice as a shot and it's of
crap quality technically I'd be rather
pissed with myself.
I might still screw some images up
in post production
due to bad taste or something
but at least
I'd have a decent original frame
if need be for the future.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
I was thinking of writing a thriller with that name.
Sounds intriguing doesn't it?
Imaging the plot and what you can do with ink.
Meanwhile you'll have to do with this image.
W 207, 25th street, 9th floor, Manhattan, New York.
I wouldn't want to be the tenant the floor below.
Their Heidelberg printing presses are rather noisy.
Not to mention getting of one of those
come through your ceiling.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
One in a series of photos
I took during a film shoot about
10 years ago.
We shot a TV commercial
in the same area as the so called
Spaghetti westerns were shot.
Should have been Paella westerns really.
These two cowboys were in the spot.
For a few seconds near the end. Driving
a horde of sheep towards the camera
and our main character.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Neria the Russian barber, in 50 th street if I remember correctly.
Between avenues 8th and 9th.
There are actually quite a few of these old barber shops
still left in Manhattan.
I walk passed on in 29th street for a months.
Before we moved offices.
Never photographed it I'm sad to say.
And in Christopher Street there are two of those old shops.
$11.50 for a haircut.
$8.50 for seniors.
For a while it seemed that all those small old fashioned business
would go away to be replaced by some atm bank or Starbucks or Subway.
But since the bankers and the guys in Wall Street robbed
most everyone of their money
perhaps cheap, no bull (no pun intended), old places like these
will get another lease.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Just around the corner from the office in Manhattan.
One of many old buildings that look more like some shed in
a small village in the countryside
than part of a hustling and bustling world city.
Despite falling property prices it'd probably still be
going for a million dollars or more if
it was up for sale.
Or if it was located in North Dakota $50,000.
At most. With a few hectares of land thrown in.
A couple of lakes, forests, mountains and elk.
With fewer and fewer jobs in New York City nowadays
it may be a good move.
Friday, April 3, 2009
At an industry event.
The Boards awards.
An event where it was impossible to get in if you
They were very strict at the door.
If you weren't on the list you didn't get in.
Now. I shouldn't be surprised that
there are crooks everywhere.
Somebody walked away with my bag.
a camera worth more than US$ 2,000.
And a few other things.
Okay, so I'm naive.
You can't put a bag down for a second where there
are people around you don't personally know.
But why are we supposed to expect the worst
in every situation?