35mm expired color and black & white film; on coming home.
memories of new york
30 things I've learned about myself
the road to massachusetts with julia pontes and angie garcia from icp school.
blue star equiculture, massachusetts II
fellow icp student and AMAZING photographer, jasper briggs. shot on 35mm black and white film.
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!)
the brooklyn room
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.
shot for an assignment on domesticity in my seminar class at icp in november.
crown heights, brooklyn
for last weeks visual thinking for magazines assignment we got to make an opening image for the article "the storm over salt". Panicking over not having a good salty image on sunday night I went into the darkroom, poured salt crystals on Darkroom RC paper and exposed it. Here's my photogram of salt.
Click the tiny image to enlarge it, to see it in layout.
getting chinese takeout with giovana, from school, on wednesday night.
hasselblad 500cm, love.
what is beauty?
i'm still alive! but i spend most of my time printing in the schools darkrooms, reading for art history or trying to figure out what to make of my very philosophic portraiture class. in this weeks history essay i'm discussing the concept of beauty and how that changes dependig on "beauty lighting", retouching and how far we can go with photoshop to make people beautiful - and the fact that i treat an image differently if i am in it... and how an image can possibly go from beauty/fashion to art with just post-processing.
i have printed these out in postcard size and pasted them together, to make them double sided, to hand in in class tomorrow. now, bedtime!
the photos were taken during my lighting workshop with frank franca with my group including hadi fallahpisheh, amy xian luo and marc qimeng zhao.
here's my new classmate, hope davis!
my first month III / my first films
i have finally learned how to develop my own film and i've learned how to scan my negatives. falling in love with process... here's a selection of my favorite negatives, so far.
1, 2. fernando in west village. 3, 4. west village. 5. celeste on a hungover afternoon. 6-11. drinking game night with roommates, celeste, aaron and ashlei. 12-22 wine night at sofia's with miguel, chad and mattia. 21, 23, 24. fernando in west village and outside school in midtown.
lighting with frank franca
my first real class of icp has been a weekend workshop in lighting with frank franca. it's been an amazing, inspiring weekend in the studio. we've worked with continuous lights and cinematography and will start focusing on strobe light next weekend. this is the result of my group's scene.
photo credits; alia chakukova, roberto andrade martini, cristias rosas and me.