Note consistent state of melancholia...
Not to mention custom made scratches on my negs from lame lab out in Los Angeles.
Not to mention custom made scratches on my negs from lame lab out in Los Angeles.
I am very pleased to announce that this week I am featured on Jim Casper's, Lens Culture. The international photo magazine is running a slide show of my work from the Rockaways.
Last year, I met Jim at an ongoing slide show called Food for Your Eyes, run by the fabulous and exotic, Nathalie Belayche in a studio near Pere Lachaise.
Nathalie mixes a variety show of photographers from around the world. She also serves a platter of grapes and cheese and bottles of wine fit to fill any photophile. Not to mention, she is class A curator and agent.
That evening, I slipped Jim a DVD of my "Last Stop: Rockaway Park" while the lights were down. I suggest you do the same thing, in moments, when you find yourself in the dark in the presence of curators, photo critics, and all of them. I must thank Mary Virginia Swanson for packaging tips on putting together a fantastic little self-promotion.
Ironically, at the end of my trip, I rented a place right across the street from the cemetery walls of Pere Lachaise. For two weeks, a bobble head balloon with an unrecognizable face, remained inflated and entangled in a tree inside the boundaries of this famous last retreat. "He," I believe, was masculine. He watched me move about aimlessly, from room to room, mocking me for days through rainy Parisian windows, until one day we became two lonely companions of the heart.