I’ve never seen so many Polaroids in one place before. (Taken with instagram)
YOU GUYS. (Taken with instagram)
Cadillac Escalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaade (Taken with Instagram at The Catpiss Corral)
Are you kidding me right now. (OH: “HIS SISTER WAS KILLED IN THE APARTHEID”) (Taken with Instagram at LuLu’s)
First page! Cool! I have a feeling it has to do with Google+, but still cool.
This summer, my friend slaughtered two chickens. Click through for all the gory details.
Shooting aboard Puma’s Mar Mostro decked out in Puma sailing gear!
They asked me if shooting sailing was different from NYFW, I said no- it is actually exactly the same. There is a great intensity by all involved and I become completely invisible to them which allows me to dance in their world capturing the journey, experience and beauty of the true moment. From backstage at runways to the decks of world class sailboats, the story is the life and history that is happening and being created and my job is to capture a moment in time before it sails away in the sunset.
Hello, thoughtlady.
“For the first time I know what love is…”
In 1937, as photographer Ansel Adams recovered from a nervous breakdown, he wrote this beautiful letter to his best friend, Cedric Wright:
“Dear Cedric,
A strange thing happened to me today. I saw a big thundercloud move down over Half Dome, and it was so big and clear and brilliant that it made me see many things that were drifting around inside of me; things that relate to those who are loved and those who are real friends.
For the first time I know what love is; what friends are; and what art should be.
Love is a seeking for a way of life; the way that cannot be followed alone; the resonance of all spiritual and physical things. Children are not only of flesh and blood — children may be ideas, thoughts, emotions. The person of the one who is loved is a form composed of a myriad mirrors reflecting and illuminating the powers and thoughts and the emotions that are within you, and flashing another kind of light from within. No words or deeds may encompass it.
Friendship is another form of love — more passive perhaps, but full of the transmitting and acceptances of things like thunderclouds and grass and the clean granite of reality.
Art is both love and friendship and understanding: the desire to give. It is not charity, which is the giving of things. It is more than kindness, which is the giving of self. It is both the taking and giving of beauty, the turning out to the light of the inner folds of the awareness of the spirit. It is a recreation on another plane of the realities of the world; the tragic and wonderful realities of earth and men, and of all the interrelations of these.
I wish the thundercloud had moved up over Tahoe and let loose on you; I could wish you nothing finer.
Ansel”
WHERE DA THOUGHTLADIES AT
I love everything about this.
Maybe I’m late finding this but you should still watch it! If you don’t laugh until you cry, [ridiculous judgement/ultimatum here].
