“Aw shit, I need another box of Newports. Hector, baby, can you buy me a pack when you go downstairs?”
It could have been something like that?
In New York City, every fleeting moment of inspiration is paid back in soot and grime. Sometimes the soot and grime become the inspiration themselves. More often, they crowd in from the sidelines — observed but not forgotten in the multitude of things that clamor for attention. It is said that the city dweller is exposed to an average of 5000 advertisiments in a given day. Only a few of those things will be as compelling as a broken toilet flung onto the street.
Which of those things will inspire? Which others will capture only a fleeting moment’s notice before crossing the street?
I’ve been shooting with Brad off and on for seven years now. Over that time I’ve been lucky enough to have a creative sparring partner whose style has grown, twisted, and developed as mine has in loping strides and baby steps too. The nature of collaboration between a director and cinematographer can come in all shades, but at its best there is transparent communication, shared goals, and just enough creative tension to eek out more quality than is required from every shot. Over time we’ve come to know each other’s styles well and have come to a sort of peace over certain kinds of compositions.
Official: If Senzo Tanaka is his shidoshi, then show us the Dim Mak.
Ray Jackson: What the hell is a Dim Mack?
Official: Death touch.
–Bloodsport
Me and Jordan hit the pavement this morning and brought home some images. The school stuff was pretty fun to shoot. I’ve seen that wall many times and thought about photographing it — each time armed with a lame excuse why I couldn’t that day. It’s ten times better-looking with kids playing handball, though, so we even had luck on our side. We shot for about 15 minutes. Towards the end some of the kids realized we were shooting and stepped up their game a little bit. A couple others couldn’t stop looking back (or pretending not to) after every point. Cameras.
After snip-snapping this pic, we circled the car around to try and get an even better shot. The guy was not amused, but I think street photography is always a bit more fun when it feels risky. People have their game faces on.
Portraiture and intimate stuff is great too, but there’s a different kind of urgency with the shutter release with street stuff. I can only imagine what paparazzi must feel like. Not good most of the time, I presume. Until that tabloid cover shot, that is. Your boy knows all about both sides of that urgency.
Power to the people. And so it begins.