Posts Tagged ‘Tracy’
White Sands
Thursday, December 2nd, 2010Fragile
Sunday, October 10th, 2010
I Killed the King With My Lies…
Sunday, September 12th, 2010
At this point Tracy and I had been shooting for years. I shot this in my downstairs apartment on a huge canvas. It was the second attempt at this project. The first attempt was one of the few times we didn’t connect in the years we had been shooting together.
We’ve shot in remote places, shot at sunrise in deserts where they tested missiles, shot in the smelliest alleyways in Venice, 12 hour car rides to find covered bridges, brought wedding dresses and Venetian masks to the Valley of Fire….But this shot we found down a flight of stairs from my apartment.
Originally intended to be more punk inspired. It just didn’t work out that way. We produced something more unique. Was a mess cleaning up the wig after. We’ve gone through about 50 wigs through the years. All different wigs started to show up when I got bored of photographing her as a blond.
She re-invented herself and her characters with the wigs. Her green eyes become more intense with a black wig. Seeing her with a black wig created a different personality to me. Something more wicked than I knew her as…….
This was the final edited shot used Striptease Burlesque. But we could also exhibit this session as it’s own series. We both were caught by her finger covering the mouth. It was one of those moments not planned for. The next frame has no finger over the mouth. It has a very different feeling. The curve of the body looks beautiful. It’s one of the best shots we’ve done. I remember shooting this frame. A moment I will not forget. I immediately looked for this frame on the contact sheet when I processed the negatives.
Fragile
Monday, April 12th, 2010..December 2002 The Valley of Fire, Somewhere North of Las Vegas..
Chasing the Dragon….
Thursday, March 25th, 2010..November 2004 Somewhere north of Las Vegas, The Valley of Fire..
The dusty desert road transcending down to the Valley of Fire has as many curves as a coiled cobra ready to attack. My rented 1978 white Cadillac wasn’t made to handle this type of driving. The fat-ass of the Cadillac fish tailed across each twist in the road kicking up thick clouds of dust.
It was easy to see why the Valley was named “The Valley of Fire.” At dusk the fading hot red sunlight cascades through the cracks in the surrounding mountaintops and paints the valley floor a fierce blinding red and yellow.
I have a fear of being outside New York. I don’t feel comfortable in any other place besides New York and Europe. I confront my fears by forcing myself to drive through towns like Chandler, AZ, Taos, NM, and places too small to show up on maps. It’s not the stringy tumble weed or tall emerald green pine trees that make me uncomfortable. It’s the people. The truth about the US is that a lot of people between New York and LA, with the exception of Chicago and Las Vegas, are humorless, naïve, Jesus freaks.
At the end of the roller coaster road, a hamlet of trailer homes welcomed me at the floor of the valley. There are lines of weather beaten silver aluminum trailers that look like a maze. Small rusted bicycles randomly propped on top of crocked fences hammered into a dusty floor. Menacing stray dogs dart between the trailers. Greeting me by smelling my crotch and pissing on my shiny car tires.
Everything about this place is foreign to me. I’m from the big city, dressed in stylish clothing, college educated, and have traveled the world. My appearance is opposite of the locals. I have a hair cut that resembles a Mohawk not spiked in the air. I walk quickly as if I were walking down Broadway on a weekday afternoon and speak with a heavy New York accent.
To the locals I may resemble a Martian. After my crotch was sniffed by the stray dogs, the locals got their first glimpse at me. It was probably bizarre for them to see a foreigner wander around their trailer homes, like a bad hallucination.
Fragile
Saturday, February 27th, 2010
Rocky Horror Picture Show cast
Thursday, January 7th, 2010..February 2003 New York..
A series of photos for an off-Broadway revival of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I tried to keep the spirit of Mick Rock’s original photographs done in the 1970’s.
Angels
Tuesday, December 29th, 2009..September 2002 New York..
This shot was taken during the first portrait project Tracy and I shot. At the time, Tracy was in a theater production of Angels in America. About 2 years before Angels in America was made by HBO for tv.
The shot was inspired by the character she was playing, Harper. It was good to have my own vision of the play and character before it was produced for a tv audience.
It was the first time we seriously worked on shooting portraits. We hadn’t worked together for a year prior. After this portrait we worked almost non-stop for 5 years. Photographing constantly, finding locations around New York to remote areas in New Mexico.
Fragile
Monday, December 7th, 2009
Editting for Striptease Burlesque at Gallery EF
Thursday, November 19th, 2009..March 2007 New York thinking about Tokyo..
