Showing posts with label portraits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label portraits. Show all posts

2.14.2010

Terry.

Terry

Meadowbrook Coal Company. Lykens, PA


I was always really hesitant to use the handful of photographs I took of people while I was photographing. The portraits I made, I always felt, weren't right, weren't quite good enough, didn't fit in with the images I was working with. To this day, I look at this picture and I go "I took that?!".

1.05.2010

Transformative.

R. J. Gibson's Studio.

Freshly Fixed Tin Type, R.J. Gibson's Photography Studio. Gettysburg PA.


The medium of photgraphy is so intrinsically linked to the transformation of subject and the manipulation of reality. I have spent my adult life clinging to a camera, my eye searching and searching for photographs of places and other people that I rarely allow myself to step in front of the camera, to allow myself to be seen in any other way besides what is represented to me in my head. I fear cameras and their steady gaze in the hands of the untrained for fear of seeing myself as I really am, physically.

In November, I had the pleasure of sitting for R.J. Gibson, a photographer working in the tradition of the wet plate process. I knew when I went to his studio I wasn't interested in being photographed as a typical female of the 19th century, not in ballgown nor in day dress. I definately knew that I wanted to be dressed as a male character; originally I figure I would be dressed as a Confederate infantry soldier.

While I know that "reenactment" photographs can conjure up unpleasant associations for a lot of people, Gibson's process of making the photograph for the subject was really incredible to witness. The final portrait is very much a collaborative work. In talking to him, he figured out a way to photograph me as my 19th century alter in a way that was both fun and thoughtful. After telling him that I was a photographer, he felt it would be better to dress me up as a photographer from the 1800's. I got to pose next to a gorgeous piece of photographic history, an 8x10 wooden view camera with original lenses, constructed around 1865. The photograph it's self had an exposure of about 14 seconds. I could blink and breathe but my eyes could not move. It was strange to stand in front of a camera lens and be photographed for a full 14 seconds. While my mind was totally blank while standing in front of the camera, I couldn't help but wonder if, somehow, 14 seconds could somehow capture something more than 1/30 of a second could.

2.12.2008

Minor Bird, Jazz Saxaphonist, Framingham MA.

Minor Bird's the Word


I had a chance with meeting with Minor Bird. I went to photograph a baseball diamond and a set of old bleachers that caught my eye. It was rainy and gray and cool for July. While I was approaching the park I heard jazz music, which seemed to be emanating from the trees. We eyeballed each other for the 15 or so minutes I was there until I walked up to him and said "What's up?"