From Brooklyn to San Francisco
One of my new year’s resolutions this year was to get back into taking photos on a regular basis. Photography has long been a hobby of mine and has gotten me outside, getting away from the computer screen while still indulging my creative passions. To help with this, I’ve started a new photoblog I’m calling Late Nights and Early Lights
Over the past two years, I’ve found myself leaving my Canon Rebel behind in favor of the camera on my iPhone 4. The camera on the iPhone keeps getting better and better and with fantastic services like Instagram, it makes less and less sense to lug around a bulky DSLR. I used to be an active Flickr user but have found that service’s quality and community gradually declining and not the best way I could share and present my photos.
Inspired by the Instagram format, Late Nights and Early Lights strips away all the extraneous information allowing the photos to be the focus with big, full-screen images. The quieter layout and design really brings out the colors and details of each photo.
“If you are implying you cannot express yourself when you are working for money, you are proposing that I might do one sort of work when I get paid and not when I work for myself. But I put the same amount of care into both. You are also proposing that I have a deeper feeling for something when it is not being commissioned by somebody else and that is not true either. Neither of these are true. This is classically how people think about photographers, that they do commercial work they don’t really enjoy doing, where they can’t say what they really want, and they do personal work where they can say things they want. That is not true for me. Every job I take on I do to one hundred percent of my ability and I have to believe in that. Christian Dior, Bjork, SHOWstudio and the others, these are all the things I believe in, and they are about communication just as if I was writing or singing, or if I was doing a film or a painting, it is just communication.”
Chapter One. He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion. Eh uh, no, make that he, he romanticized it all out of proportion. Better. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin. Uh, no, let me start this over.
The forgoing of his traditional white-Windsor-set opening credits on a black screen, Woody Allen’s Manhattan opens with a voiceover read by Allen’s character Isaac Davis, while black and white images of city slowly cycle through sets the film up as not just a love story, but as Allen’s love letter to New York.
Being a designer, I’m often interested in the cinematography whenever I’m watching movies. I frequently take screenshots of frames I’m drawn to and have a collection on my computer of some of my movie stills. I’m usually attracted to frames that could stand by themselves as photographs (I’ve written before about one of my favorites, a scene from Eyes Wide Shut.), and am very interested in composition, color, and how they related and add to the story. I thought it’d be fun to share some of my favorites as well as some from films I’ve just recently watched.