More from Marvin.


I've really been getting into this new technique over the last week or so. Here are a few more images from Marvin, the 1949 Kodak Dualflex II. I've been honing this style a little, figuring out which configurations of equipment and settings seem to be working the best. I've even been making some custom pieces for the camera to block out unwanted light. I'm sure I look relatively insane trying to use this two camera contraption, but I don't care. The results are worth it.  There's still more tweaking to be done, but, for the most part, I think I have it figured out. Now I just need some people for a few photos; models if you will. But not the prima-donna "I simply won't work without a bowl of peeled grapes and bottle of san pellegrino" kind. I need the northwoodsy, down to earth kind. Potentially, the kind that come with their own massive beard and shotgun accessory package. I have a couple ideas. Also, anyone have a classic three piece suit? Send me an e-mail and we'll set up a time. ((**WARNING: If no one volunteers, I will be forced to continue posting random images of myself and other inanimate objects. And nobody wants that, people. No body.**))

The Original Hipstamatic. (aka a camera).

Was that photo taken with an iPhone and the hipstamatic app, you ask? Oh, no. That's a real photo taken with a real F#$%^ camera, my friends. Remember those: little black boxey deal, you put a roll of this plasticy stuff in the back and then used them to make photographs. Anyone? No? Hmmm. Okay, to be fair I didn't shoot these with film, but I did use an old camera. I fanoogled a way to shoot through the old body and lens (complete with 60 years of true grit) using my current digital SLR. Pretty sweet. This particular one is a Kodak Dualflex II circa 1949. It's amazing the things you can find in your parents basement. Watch for some new stuff from this little guy ( I think I'm going to name him Marvin) in the next couple weeks. I've got big plans.

The Forest and the Trees.

Sometimes, as a photographer you need to step back and ask yourself what the hell you're doing--why you're a photographer. I got into photography because I love making photographs. Well, duh. That's obvious--who goes into photography if they don't like taking photos. I know, I know, but bear with me. The thing is this: sometimes I forget why I do this. Sometimes I get so bogged down in the business end of things--the booking, the marketing, the equipment budget--that I lose sight of why I started doing this in the first place. Pretty soon I'm only hauling the camera out when I've got a paying shoot, otherwise it sits in it's case waiting for the next client to call. That was never the kind of photographer I set out to be. I want to be a photographer that shoots for the love of shooting. I want to be so excited about creating good work that I do it whether there's any promise of money on the other end or not. I don't want photography to be just another job, I want it to be my passion. And sometimes that means I need to take some time to reset my focus. Step back to see the forest instead of the trees.

That was yesterday. For the first time in a long time I hauled out the cameras and went on an old fashioned photo safari. A Photo Safari is this: you put on your boots, some grubby pants, and head into the woods to photogrpahy anything you find. You take every side trail, you crawl around on your hands and knees, you peek under big rocks and into hollow trees looking for anything and everything. At the end of it your sweaty and tired and utterly filthy, but you have a camera full of the most amazing things you've ever seen. That's kind of day that made me fall in love with photography to begin with, and now I need to have one every once in a while to remind myself why I'm doing this. 

Yesterday got me so inspired again that I got up before dawn this morning and went out to catch the sunrise. It feels good. Stay tuned for more...