it's friday, a little early in the evening and basketball is on the tube. after a few phone calls and twitter updates i feel a gnawing inside like i'm supposed to be doing something i'm not doing. photography. duh (as the light bulb goes on). no shoot scheduled for the evening but i realize i haven't the faintest idea how i'm going to shoot this shoot when i do begin. so i pull out my books and mags (always gotta have source material). Black Beauty by ben arogundale beautiful images of black celebrity (i feel pretty and proud), Esquire's big black book (hmmm what am i going to wear tonight, i love menswear, ooh Andre 3000 he is fine) i'm side tracked again, I-D's P.Y.T. issue (these girls are beautiful...Hypnotic Brass Ensemble are eight brothers delivering feel-good jazz...busy sidewalk in front of Whole Foods....New Yorker) i stop reading and immediately go searching for the article. even better a video. this made me want to pull out geronimo load him with some ilford 120 film and go to work (damn daylight savings time) but there's always tomorrow. get inspired. oh and they have a doc coming out sometime next year. can't wait. i'm gonna watch all their youtube vids.
video via the new yorker
"anything that's worth anything lasts long"
art is love
Friday, November 13, 2009
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The kids at the end remind me that i used to play the trombone when i was their age...... and of course i was horrible!
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