Wednesday, October 31, 2007

broken social scene



Tonight Broken Social Scene played at the Orpheum theater in downtown LA. This venue is incredible. The architecture and detail in the decor was so amazing to see first hand. I have seen this venue so many times in pictures and on telavision without realizing it. As soon as I entered the space It seemed so familiar. Having the opportunity to see group like Broken Social Scene there was a real treat. The sound that this venue was able to produce captured me from the first note.

The band was relatively small tonight compared to how many members I have seen in performances before. There were 6 - 8 musicians on stage for the majority of the show, switching instruments, changing vocalists, and even adding a horn section for a few songs. Emily Haines from Metric sang a few songs in the middle of the set, the guitarist from the same band played the whole show along with the trumpet on occasion. I love going to a show where I am so blown away by the musicianship of the band; this was one of those shows. It was inspiring.

Monday, October 29, 2007

Saturday, October 27, 2007

critical mass

On friday there was a critical mass ride in Costa Mesa. There was an great turnout and it turned out to be an amazing ride. We rode just over 20 miles through Costa Mesa and Newport Beach. There were a few crashes, some frustrated police, and a whole lot of pissed off drivers. Everything one of these rides should be.

Friday, October 26, 2007

forget the fire, go to the beach

Today was the first day were i felt as though the fires were under control. My good friend Ryan and I decided, enough is enough, time to get on the fixed gear bikes and do our best to make it into the SC sheriffs blotter.

As we rode at full speed the wrong way down a one way street, Ryan kept getting closser to aproaching headlights. You may think this is no big deal for an expirienced brakeless BMX rider. Keep in mind we each had 2 bean and cheese burritos and a 40 once of budwiser in our hands, and Ryan runs his fixie brakeless. Skid town. Strong words.

Well, after a near death expirience here are some photo's from another night in the SC.


anyone who had been to ACAD knows what a steller education they got in foose ball. Ryan kills it. no joke.

anyone who knows me knows how much I love pool.... this is heavan. They have a painting of a shark on the wall. It doesn't get any better than this.

Ryan in I in deep conversation trying to solve the riddle of how people in california can be so diconected.

In SC about to get harrased by a military man about our bikes and his home town?

california fires take 2

I am pretty sure no one reads this ... especially my instructors. (tell me if you do, anyone can coment), but I am alive. Amidst the worst fires in California history I have managed to escape with out any damage besides a runny nose, and some crazy alergies to smoke and ash. It has been crazy here. A few nights ago I watched the SC hills glow with fire not even 10 miles from my house. Most of the editorial staff at the magazine live south, and were under evacuation orders. It was a tense time in the office. About half the staff were missing, while the remaining spent thier hours at the office on the phone to friends and family making sure all is well.

Rather than posting posting pictures of the raging fires (which I couldn't get close too) I though I should post some of the amazing landscapes the smoke produced.


this is from my balcony the day after the fires started to subsided. It was the smokiest day we have had thus far. All day was like the first light on a winter morning. It produced the most incredible orange light. It was undescribable, like noon as dark as midnight.


This is from the peir just blocks from my house. I was sent home early from work and after a short nap on the couch I woke to the most incredible sky I have ever seen. This picture can not do it justice.

It looks like the fires are under controll ... I have a feeling that this place will have a different atmosphere from now on.

Monday, October 22, 2007

california fires

This morning we woke up too a layer of ash in the house because of the wildfires buring in southern california. The ash crept in through the open windows, outside the cars and streets had a think layer. The sky is brown and there is no visability. We are only a few blocks from the beach and I couldn't even see the water this morning. The winds are the highest I have seen since I have been here. It definatly made for a misserable ride into the office today.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Lucero, Little Joy, and lots of coffee

Last night we saw Lucero play at the El Rey theater in LA. it was a great show. Later in the evening we went to a great dive bar called Little Joy followed by about 10 cups of coffee at 3 in the morning at bright spot. Had a great sunday morning filled with more coffee and lots of laughs.




Saturday, October 20, 2007

The Draft

On wed I was in Hollywood to see The Draft play at the Knitting Factory. Its pretty much the same line up as Hot Water Music minus one of the members. It was a great show. Before the show we ate some great Vietnamese food at a hole in the was restaraunt on sunset. Today we are heading back to LA to see a few galleries and see Lucero play.




Sunday, October 14, 2007

mash sf

Last night was the mash sf premier in LA. There was a race before the premeir with the finish line being the theater at Hollywood and Vine. It was down a super steep winding road with no street lights on it. It was pretty crazy. here are a few pics from the night




Friday, October 12, 2007

Beirut

I saw Beirut last night at the Avalon theater on the corner of Hollywood and Vine in LA. It was the most overwhelming show I have ever been too. If you ever get the chance to see this band play you need to go. It was absolutly spectacular.

http://www.beirutband.com/

Tomorrow there is a fixed gear race to the premier of http://www.mashsf.com/ . I am fully prepared to get droped. People who ride fixies in LA are crazy. So fast.

Sunday, October 7, 2007

images



new images on my website.
click the title for the link.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Grad Project

This might be a repeat or conglomeration of previous blog posts but these are some of the thoughts that I have had for working on my grad project.

I have had to re-evaluate how I planned on approaching a grad project this year. Just weeks before the start of classes an unexpected opportunity was offered to me that I could not pass up. I was forced to think about a common thread that binds my practice, and what factors have been the driving force for me over the past two years studying photography at Emily Carr. I wanted to be aware of how my personal objectives as an artist and photographer would manifest themselves through the lens in unfamiliar territory.

Living in southern California while I work on this project situates me as an observer rather than an occupant in the locations and spaces that I want to document. It is an unfamiliar position for me to be in, and far different than the way I have approached my work in the past. My relationship and familiarity to the places that I photograph give me the opportunity to tell much more of a personal story. Familiarity has afforded me the opportunity to approach my practice with a certain sense of comfort. Now I can look at how my story relates to this place and not how it exists within.

In the past my work has exhibited an interest the urban landscape and popular culture. The theme of transitional space has always been a common thread throughout my exploration of these themes. The images speak about a lack of ownership and individuality in a landscape that seeks to mimic itself. Within the images I ask the question of how my personal identity relates to these spaces. I am interested in how people, myself included, interact within this culture while trying to maintain a sense of individuality.

The objects and arrangements found within these spaces, and locations can speak volumes about the occupants and how they have chosen to approach this dilemma. I have always been interested in letting objects speak for the people that do not have the ability or desire to speak for themselves. Traditionally my images have maintained an absence of the human figure within the frame, giving the spaces and objects the opportunity to tell the story.

Consumer culture dominates this part of the country, and this has far reaching effects into all social classes. Although just a few miles away from the multi million dollar homes and materialism that dominates the landscape, this part of the southern Orange County holds on to these ideals by a thread. It resonates as being the place of last or lost hope in an attempt to live the American dream.

Using ideas of consumerism, a lack of ownership, and transitional space as a frame work I have begun to collect images looking at the landscape through these parameters. In doing so I immediately noticed that there are a strangely high number of Motels in the city where I am living. The Motels are littered through out the city in very odd locations. There are the obvious ones off the main roads but they are also spread out through residential streets. Its strange to see the tightly packed houses with a motel squeezed in, trying to blend into the community. They are all unique; no two seem to be alike. It is obvious that time has not been kind to many of them, and signs of neglect dominate their appearance.

As these neglected motels have become more prominent it has had wide reaching effects throughout the community. Similar signs of neglect can be seen throughout residential neighborhoods and in local businesses. I can't help but notice the desperation in this place. The day laborer's waiting to be picked up in the morning in hopes of having a full days work juxtaposed against the patriotism of the soldiers that are stationed at the army base on the southern edge of Orange County. People cling to this patriotism for a country that has been so unkind to them. This town is alive with desperation. It gives the city a certain rhythm that is uncomfortable, but at the same time irresistible.

For the body of work I plan on producing this year I will photograph as many of these locations as possible. There is a unique relationship between state, religion, and patriotism that is very visible. It is important for me to explore all of these details in compiling a survey the area and its culture.

I'm shooting based on instinct, realizing that distance is a key component for me, here, now. I feel like an outsider. I can ask myself how my story relates to theirs, and what that collaboration will create in my images. I feel as though the American dream is collapsing in on itself here. People are following this dream with blind faith not realizing that this ideal that is keeping them at a distance from it.

Monday, October 1, 2007

sleep is for the weak

It seems like as the week roles on I get progressivly more pre occupied with what southern California has to offer, and I am not able to update this blog as much as I would like. So i hope I don't leave any thing out.

On Wednessdays my friend and I have begun a routine of hitting the BMX night at the local skatepark as a prelude to beers and live music. Both of us used to ride as much as we could growing up, as the years have gone by it seems like I ride my bike less and less. We joke that its our old man BMX night, because we ride for about 10 minutes and then just hang out untill they shut off the lights.

After the park we stoped by the Detroit bar. They have great sound there, and all the music that I have seen there sounds incredible. I think just by virtue of being in southern California the talent level in some of these bands is incredible. This week was no exception.

The next morning I was up early for a ride with the photo editor at the magazine, which was a huge thrill since I have been reading the magazine since I started riding in the mid 90s, and he was one of the founders of the magazine 14 years ago. As it turns out he assumed that I had a car, which was going to be important since we were shuttling the trail that day. Our only option was for me to drive the Powder magazine car. This is a mid 90's police car with "powder" spraypainted on the sides, skis screwed into the hood in an X shape, and stickers covering every square inch in the most charmingly tacky way. This car is definatly a sight. Polariods are pinned to the roof as documentaiotn of all the people who have travelled in the car, along with notes written on the doors, dashboard and anywhere there is free space on the interior. The car has been an ongoing story for the magazine over the last three years, it is on the last page of every issue and chronicles its cross country travels during every ski season. It drove just like how I though a cop car should drive... fast!

The trail was in the Ortega mountais in Orange County. The road leading up to the trail head was only wide enough for one car to drive up. The landscape was littered with huge bolders that from a distance looked liked giant tombstones along the mountain range. It was stunning, those are the moments that make me remember why I ride a bike.

As soon as we droped in I knew it was going to be a fast pace. Dave had about 35 pounds of camera gear on his back and he was absolutly flying down the trail. About half way down we stopped to shoot a few photos, It was a great expirience to see how a true industry proffesional opperates when he is working with a rider, me in this case. I was amazing when I saw the photos today. Everything was on piont, the composition, the light, it all worked. I hope there is more hand on expirience like that during the time I'm here.