when my mother came to visit me in new york, almost two weeks ago, she brought me a bunch of old negatives from her archive. all color negatives, that i'm going to use for one of the projects that i'm working on. this is a black and white silver gelatin print (darkroom) of me and my mother in spain in 1997.
the road to massachusetts with julia pontes and angie garcia from icp school.
blue star equiculture, massachusetts II
blue star equiculture, massachusetts
shot on 35mm fuji color film.
this weekend me and my two icp friends angie garcia and julia pontes went on a roadtrip to massachusetts to get out of this loud, fast city for a while. we went all the way to springfield, massachusetts! there we visited paul and pam rickenbach-moshimer at their horse farm, blue star equiculture, where they take care of retired work horses. pam and paul were so warm and welcoming and are doing an amazing job with all thirtytwo horses!
it was such an amazing trip and a well-deserved break from school stress and new york city!
fellow icp student and AMAZING photographer, jasper briggs. shot on 35mm black and white film.
back at julias beautiful apartment, after swimming on wednesday.
tomorrow i have a presentation of an assignment called memory. this is my take on memory. shot with and underwater disposable camera in my friend (and hypothetical big sister) julia's pool.
jasper from school, shot with hasselblad. (tack mamma och pappa!)
icp classmate jasper briggs, shot on color film with my very own hasselblad 500.
the brooklyn room
a roll of ruined negatives
the 22nd birthday party
last night we celebrated mine and julias birthdays at baby's all right in williamsburg. white arrows played live and all my icp besties were there! here's what happened after i ran out of polaroid film.
during a very, very intense weeklong workshop with photographer and artist robert blake we got an assignment to split up into pairs and in turn take each other - blindfolded - to our favorite place in new york. i took my friend sakshi, blindfolded, to strand bookstore at union square and had her walk around smelling books she couldn't read. then she led me sixteen blocks, blindfolded, to the east river park, overlooking brooklyn.
while being blindfolded we were instructed to focus our hearing, the way we focus our eyesight. to try and hear what's around you in a one meter wide circle and gradually expanding it. and we were instructed to photograph while blindfolded, using our other senses (primarily hearing and touch) to frame our pictures and set our focus.
these are my images taken while blind at the east river park in new york. i must say, pretty decent for not being able to see anything - while shooting on film with the hasselblad. and changing the film, while blind.
a portrait of a man
in my portraiture class taught by suzanne opton we were assigned to make a portrait of a stranger. without taking their picture. just describing them and the scene in one paragraph of text. it's not as easy as you'd think.
"He's sleeping in one of those seats at the end of the cart of the number two train going from Crown Heights to the Bronx. His legs are sprawled across the floor, almost hindering people from getting on and off the train. He is wearing a cloth that once was white across the top part of his face, but his feet is lacking both shoes and socks. He is obviously homeless. His skin is dark and his beard hasn't been trimmed in a very long time. Even though I can only see the bottom half of his face he is strikingly beautiful, perhaps it's partly the vulnerability of sleep, yet he can't be much older than my 21 years, and had life played out differently for him he might have been one of the models I would photograph in a studio somewhere. But no, his pants are torn, so badly, so that I can see the dirty orange boxer shorts underneath his once bright gray track pants. The deep hollows underneath his cheekbones are greatly enhanced by the butterfly light caressing his face. When the train reaches 34th street the cloth slides off his face down on the floor and he looks up at me with the same studying gaze that I've studied him with for the past half hour. Bright, light brown eyes. Click."
now, is that a portrait of a man?
now, is that a portrait of a man?
sakshi and roberto
sakshi parikh and roberto andrade martini, from school.