tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74732925430499805032024-03-13T13:16:10.863-04:00Grecian Lightgrecianlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389038954893817508noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473292543049980503.post-53654850979546077022024-02-29T22:39:00.002-05:002024-02-29T22:40:55.139-05:00Roaming Eight YearsI started this project on Leap Day 2016 because there is something quasi-poetic about a series regarding space and time having its anniversary on a day that feels like it’s outside of space and time.<br /><br />The project has always been about memory, both mine and the collective memory of this city. I’ve been thinking about the way I learn, and repetition is one of the best ways for me to internalize new information and keep present not-so-recent findings. With that in mind, I made my roam today about revisiting places I’ve photographed before in the spirit of preservation and remembrance.<br /><br />There’s been a tidal wave of heinous rent increases driving out neighborhood staples and I think it’s important to document these special places before they’re gone. Iconic Village Cigars, a West Village mainstay, was forced to shutter earlier this month, thanks to a rent dispute, after 100 years in business. Luckily for us preservationists, the shop is within the boundaries of the Greenwich Village Historic District, and any future tenant will be severely limited as to what they can change about the façade. The Hess Triangle, directly in front of the shop and my favorite quirk of rezoning and pettiness, is thankfully also protected. <br /><br />I've shifted mediums again - while my photos are still primarily shot on iPhone (now the 14 Pro) and Instax mini, I have also been steadily shooting more and more 35mm over the last couple of years. Because film is still not a cost-effective medium, I have had to be much more deliberate with what and how I make photographs, which has forced me to revisit the fundamentals of composition and pay close attention to light.<div><br /></div><div>This project remains my driving creative force in this city, and as I said on the last Leap Day, it has pushed the bounds of my perspective. I can't wait to see where I am in another four years.<br /><br /><div><br /><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDsqWC7HrVn1LxXO1cG03sud5MUqDs61FIZAjXL9sBhE826vcRPJlKwkhyphenhyphendV7cPVnCm66Y2JawXktobMDxVtjVmDGxRik9WIXPzbhxV05zm-63cd1u-bhAlDXmP6njzswmUzTRU_kvcJsyzWQNTPKrgS_VVnEe1IreAnrkCcd_2bmKBnV2ohoVbuons8n0/s4032/CMPVillageCigars.HEIC" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDsqWC7HrVn1LxXO1cG03sud5MUqDs61FIZAjXL9sBhE826vcRPJlKwkhyphenhyphendV7cPVnCm66Y2JawXktobMDxVtjVmDGxRik9WIXPzbhxV05zm-63cd1u-bhAlDXmP6njzswmUzTRU_kvcJsyzWQNTPKrgS_VVnEe1IreAnrkCcd_2bmKBnV2ohoVbuons8n0/w300-h400/CMPVillageCigars.HEIC" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Village Cigars © Chelsea Pathiakis<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1TFnvlTZesCvVmhEMu4rPkoCdGgIT6OpRGYCZi15Jt-YuojSXsuH-BUiedJXT7Zp6Pix7fZJY2P5cyd64SIBn-iN17OwhQKo084Re7y9cuPELWF-GBZGgxlvtwQ5Lfxhx9N3CiLek3SETRYcTraj3u8XH0EPctIt2eldoWxj5U2QF18jzTaIAnhPZy_L/s4032/CMPHessTriangle.HEIC" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1TFnvlTZesCvVmhEMu4rPkoCdGgIT6OpRGYCZi15Jt-YuojSXsuH-BUiedJXT7Zp6Pix7fZJY2P5cyd64SIBn-iN17OwhQKo084Re7y9cuPELWF-GBZGgxlvtwQ5Lfxhx9N3CiLek3SETRYcTraj3u8XH0EPctIt2eldoWxj5U2QF18jzTaIAnhPZy_L/w300-h400/CMPHessTriangle.HEIC" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hess Triangle </span><span style="font-size: small;">© Chelsea Pathiakis</span><br style="font-size: small;" /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>grecianlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389038954893817508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473292543049980503.post-87939311509333287902022-12-31T15:00:00.007-05:002023-01-01T14:25:45.597-05:00Reflections on Vivian MaierOne of my favorite activities is researching the work of photographers, alive or dead, whose images both validate something in my own work and who have tried things I’ve considered attempting, affirming my proclivities to experiment. When I find these things in a since-deceased artist, it feels like an endorsement from beyond the grave. These moments have an interesting way of sparking my inspiration jump-starting my drive to go out and shoot.<br /><br />Vivian Maier’s work does all this and more. For example, I never want to photograph people until I revisit her street work. I always feel a wave of admiration when I come across one of her self-portraits in a convex security mirror – something I’ve shot dozens of times. She had an uncanny ability to capture striking images of daily life in interesting ways, and I strive to do the same.<br /><br />I wonder how she would feel about the notoriety she’s received, and if she had ever considered developing the work herself. There are many unanswered questions, which I’m sure those who discovered her film [and have become wealthy in the exposition] and those who are “experts” [again, I scoff] have attempted to shed a light on, but no one really knows for sure what she thought or what she felt or why she photographed the way that she did. Why would someone so prolific hide her work? Could she simply not afford to have her film developed? I’m always one to dig for answers, but in the case of this singularly gifted artist, I hope the why and how always stay shrouded in mystery.<div><br /></div><div>Some comparison shots, Maier on the left (black & white), mine on the right (color):</div><div><div><br /><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoPB75LFuSG2hTma8DDNTRyn8wnlMyYks_e-HD4YUokwNRkbtlarVsNRV_d0HpwsO1GtIsE9cerUY4K0pC76CU9ORuiv68D5wzoLAYf_h6-79cLalUuonlXcN1WmYOJwgNBDMJ4pBmLh6yubYjmatSU3tkO36lRnWU4i8OdieeQPB9HOzsOfOPvN1HZA/s1050/VM_1.jpeg"><img border="0" data-original-height="1050" data-original-width="1050" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoPB75LFuSG2hTma8DDNTRyn8wnlMyYks_e-HD4YUokwNRkbtlarVsNRV_d0HpwsO1GtIsE9cerUY4K0pC76CU9ORuiv68D5wzoLAYf_h6-79cLalUuonlXcN1WmYOJwgNBDMJ4pBmLh6yubYjmatSU3tkO36lRnWU4i8OdieeQPB9HOzsOfOPvN1HZA/w295-h295/VM_1.jpeg" width="295" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggGyneqKu7gMiPG_Mefq6xOaZnQcuSxXvoBzHwH_JQJBMBK--RboKjIETTQdnjW6gPb3G7ouYUJtG_nfXrjWRnSCcTYh4DK_Nt-0ca93IfbrdSziIm6t55siO-1prXhBmI8vSv4sjUQR_Tl5Gh8pPJ5jgpCORxij8JEUcsrdSdVQsKLCQZbq_N7vBW0Q/s1478/IMG_9172.JPG"><img border="0" data-original-height="1478" data-original-width="1192" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggGyneqKu7gMiPG_Mefq6xOaZnQcuSxXvoBzHwH_JQJBMBK--RboKjIETTQdnjW6gPb3G7ouYUJtG_nfXrjWRnSCcTYh4DK_Nt-0ca93IfbrdSziIm6t55siO-1prXhBmI8vSv4sjUQR_Tl5Gh8pPJ5jgpCORxij8JEUcsrdSdVQsKLCQZbq_N7vBW0Q/w237-h294/IMG_9172.JPG" width="237" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzHrq1KK85PhttgPIhxJu_GNP6HvgW2AHdsaJAD58qNzKbqjtdwJZkBOXfIWn7wwPGwelHo8u4ebH0F2A0SL93dLkZa1eBVERa1N2wy0nTKTzx4Ylpq2kqdHfsH6Za_a3ki5RxAh10gRCfdJ9oevJPeKCdCtq7kwGYsXibNe5sCtuXNFhnJ5MJNrbMtg/s1050/VM_6.jpeg"><img border="0" data-original-height="1050" data-original-width="1050" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzHrq1KK85PhttgPIhxJu_GNP6HvgW2AHdsaJAD58qNzKbqjtdwJZkBOXfIWn7wwPGwelHo8u4ebH0F2A0SL93dLkZa1eBVERa1N2wy0nTKTzx4Ylpq2kqdHfsH6Za_a3ki5RxAh10gRCfdJ9oevJPeKCdCtq7kwGYsXibNe5sCtuXNFhnJ5MJNrbMtg/s320/VM_6.jpeg" width="320" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUg_Sp8tuB5B0j4ucfqCA91dltkZjIuvh8CG_JFfg3fYQpE_2AzXTRXq37AMHSSysK90ejhs-9CLgAlpnUHrtObecWek43NxdOCB75oGXrYZkzIpdUdPZuhbICcB7gyrrRANoNG2ZYDG7ce8e9-0Pf8W1I2DQCgcS-h2UoilZOmugOJn5js2TdSdxdGQ/s3264/IMG_6669.JPG"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUg_Sp8tuB5B0j4ucfqCA91dltkZjIuvh8CG_JFfg3fYQpE_2AzXTRXq37AMHSSysK90ejhs-9CLgAlpnUHrtObecWek43NxdOCB75oGXrYZkzIpdUdPZuhbICcB7gyrrRANoNG2ZYDG7ce8e9-0Pf8W1I2DQCgcS-h2UoilZOmugOJn5js2TdSdxdGQ/s320/IMG_6669.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>And a few more of hers:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAtv2W7OmTbDPzk9qsJxUFrducgqwuToS3Hx_Ti1ALOJJeH--PRKqN9S4PQ-zLUEh6Ol5vw6gbRlhwQJz6S_eIetxU7kh4weCG_6hGpVXvcgdMJgWIdxxdwh7vk7DO1iro8PpsFSq3AN0o8Sk_0f3nZUypjDdtTd14A4CWQj5k_4T7wklJuOWsL7LF_Q/s1100/VM_4.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1100" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAtv2W7OmTbDPzk9qsJxUFrducgqwuToS3Hx_Ti1ALOJJeH--PRKqN9S4PQ-zLUEh6Ol5vw6gbRlhwQJz6S_eIetxU7kh4weCG_6hGpVXvcgdMJgWIdxxdwh7vk7DO1iro8PpsFSq3AN0o8Sk_0f3nZUypjDdtTd14A4CWQj5k_4T7wklJuOWsL7LF_Q/w640-h640/VM_4.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Today marks four years since I started Roaming.<br />
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What began as a passion project and a catalyst for me to get out and start exploring my then-new-ish city has become the driving force behind all of my excursions. My eyes are always searching for shapes and shadows, open doorways and cracks in fences. I’ve trained myself to always look up: in a city with so many buildings decorated with so much history, it’s surprising how much time I spent just watching the sidewalk. Of course, it’s important to look down, too, especially with so many dogs in this town.<br />
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Over the course of the last four years I have shifted mediums. It began with my Nikon, and while the project is still primarily digital thanks to my iPhone, I started using my analog Instax mini in June 2019. The film project is an extension of Roaming but with a slightly different feel – and personality, according to my partner – that my digital images do not possess. I hope to keep experimenting with mediums for this portfolio, as there is no end-date in mind. <br />
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Roaming has changed my perspective. I have learned to look at the world around me through different eyes and to appreciate what others may not see, and what I know I may have overlooked had I not pushed myself out the door four years ago.<br />
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grecianlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389038954893817508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473292543049980503.post-88982488911548686682019-06-11T13:46:00.001-04:002023-01-01T14:28:38.467-05:00Roaming London's BookshopsAt the beginning of this month, I spent a week in London. I’d been planning the trip since the fall, and in the midst of sketching out my itinerary, I made sure to pick out several bookshops to browse over the course of my stay. I rented a flat around the corner from the British Museum in the neighborhood of Holborn, in the borough of Camden, which put me within a four-block walking radius of several booksellers.<br />
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First was <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">The London Review of Books</b> shop, right on my corner, complete with its own tea shop and outdoor seating area, and home to a vast range of genres and book review quarterlies. (The London Review of Books is published fortnightly). I popped in three times over the course of the week.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the opposite direction was the <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Atlantis Bookshop</b>, an independent shop specializing in magic and the occult, tarot cards, incense, and various other related accoutrements. The shopkeeper, dressed in silky garb, with purple hair and a row of stars tattooed over her left eye, was having a conversation on the phone, and I happened to over hear a snippet: “If they had any sense at all they’d bask in your reflected glory and get on with it!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Bookmarks</b>, another shop in the immediate vicinity, specializes in left-leaning, social issue-focused, and occasionally radical texts. I noticed there were flyers posted in the windows for various social causes, and books by and for every racial minority, women’s issues, and so much more.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Venturing further out into London, I made a special trip west to Marylebone to find <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Daunt Books</b>, perfectly catered to my taste for travel writing. If the collection alone wasn’t enough, the space itself boasts gorgeous oak architecture and an enormous vaulted skylight, making browsing their extensive selection of writing from and for every place imaginable even more cathartic with the sunlight streaming through. [Note: I experienced surprisingly good weather in London.]<o:p></o:p></div>
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On Sunday, in the midst of a trek around the East London neighborhoods of Bethnal Green, Shoreditch, Whitechapel, and Spitalfields, in the boroughs of Hackney and Tower Hamlets, I sought out and stumbled upon a few more shops. Making my way southwest from the Columbia Road Flower Market, I wandered down a neat little side street covered in murals and found <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Artwords Bookshop</b>. <span style="background: white; color: #222222;">With books and magazines on contemporary visual culture, fine art, graphic design, and fashion, I felt as though I discovered a treasure trove. I slowly perused their selection, pouring over books about keeping things fresh as a graphic designer and how “selfie culture” and the infiltration of photography into our everyday lives has reshaped our perception of the world around us.</span></div>
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One of my last stops was the famous <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Notting Hill Book Shop.</b> Never having seen the namesake movie myself (I know, I know), I at first found it odd that a small group of tourists were taking turns snapping selfies in front of the shop, but soon realized what I was I missing when I spied a wall of film paraphernalia inside. The selection was fairly ordinary, and I was soon pushed out of the way by a delivery service dropping off a dozen boxes of books.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The massive <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Forbidden Planet London Megastore</b> had the most extensive sci-fi/fantasy/manga section I have ever witnessed. I even made a video of it for Frank so he could witness the magnitude.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The last stop on my Muggle’s Tour of London (of course I booked that!) was in the middle of Cecil Court, the inspiration for Diagon Alley. Famous on its own for book shops, I counted seven: a few antique and rare book sellers, a children’s shop with a poster of the illustrated version of Harry Potter right in the window, and <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Watkin’s Books</b>, longtime seller of spell books, among other things.</div>
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In sporadic moments of interest over the last year, I have
been chipping away at Joseph Mitchell’s collection of New Yorker essays <i>Up in The Old Hotel. </i>The first in the
anthology is <i>McSorely’s Wonderful Saloon</i>,
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Javier has been slinging two-for-two darks and lights here for twenty-five years. The two legendary brews, made in the basement during prohibition, supposedly taste exactly the same now, even after being passed around through half a dozen breweries in the city. <br />
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The group portrait on the wall behind me includes two men with notably fake mustaches; there are playing cards pinned to the ceiling. There are endless things to look at on the walls in here: The décor is exactly the same way Bill McSorley left it, the memorabilia bolted in place to preserve his father’s bar. Newspaper articles and awards and military caps and helmets and buttons above the center archway and Native American faces peering out from behind the bar and wishbones from decades of Thanksgiving turkeys hung over the center of the chandelier. Relics from the long, storied history of the Bowery. <br />
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I feel as though I stepped both back into the past and into an alternate universe. Time passed strangely as Frank and I sat there in the corner of the front room, ordering round after round and making friends with the visitors from San Diego and Los Angeles seated across from us; Mike and Chris, brothers. The cheese plate is comprised of thin slices of probably Monterrey Jack and a sleeve of saltine crackers. I like the continuous clink of glasses as the tenders of the rooms constantly collect empties and return them to the bar. <br />
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The woman with grey hair and dark eyebrows and a white collared shirt is forever cleaning glasses behind the counter and then setting them out to dry. She looks immaculate in such a time-worn establishment. Forty years ago, neither she nor I would have been allowed in here; now she’s permitted to work the counter and I’m permitted to drink and wait in line for the ladies’ room. The sawdust on the floor keeps me from slipping up after seven half-pints. <br />
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I have paid Andy Warhol a great deal of attention over the course of my life as an artist. I have written research papers and book reports about him, read about his life, work, and social scene (and hangers on) in New York, and always keep an eye on the Decker building in Union Square, the last site of his Factory. I have watched documentaries, attended exhibitions, and carry his more famous works around in the form of several canvas tote bags. You could say I’m a fan; inexplicably drawn to anything Warhol. <br />
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However, in all my research, his drawings, some of his earliest works, rarely come up. The exhibition featured still lifes; sketches of hands, feet, and genitalia; portraits; landscapes from travels; animals; and various commissioned works for advertisements. Apart from the artist’s self-portrait, all of these drawings were new to me. The current Warhol retrospective at the Whitney (for which NYAA’s show was planned to compliment) also features some lesser-known works, but not to the magnitude of this much smaller exhibition.<br />
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Monday, February 11, I attended NYAA’s panel discussion hosted by David Kratz, President of the Academy, speaking with Vincent Fremont, curator of the exhibition and former executive studio manager of the Factory, and John Giorno, performance artist, former Warhol model, and star of Warhol’s film<i> “Sleep.” </i><br />
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During the discussion, I gained an insight into Andy Warhol that only those who had known him could have provided: <br />
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Vincent met Andy at Woodstock in 1969. He and a group of friends came to the city soon after and stayed at the Chelsea Hotel. He interviewed with Andy the next day and was appointed executive studio manager of the Factory. Vincent relayed that Andy was a different person to everyone he knew, with many different layers, and that Andy was an “energy gatherer,” exuding a magnetic pull that drew so many different types of people to him. Accessible to the press, Andy understood commerce but never “sold out,” making the claim that “business is the best art.” Andy preferred to listen and record others speaking rather than speaking himself. Vincent met Andy after Valerie Solanas’ assassination attempt and noted that this event was catastrophic to the artist, affecting Andy psychologically and stifling his work for a long time afterward: he no longer went to Max’s Kansas City, a favorite haunt; he photographed his scarred body, over which he wore a corset for the rest of his life; and as death was an abstraction to Andy, the trauma caused confusion of what was real and what was not. <br />
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As for Andy’s drawings, Vincent explained that some of the pieces, especially those done while travelling the world were created as visual journals. A small heart drawn on a portrait was an indication that Andy cared for the person he was illustrating, and he referred to nude portraits as “landscapes,” a fact I really enjoy. A majority of the drawings on display were done from life, with the exception of several illustrations of children copied from photographs in LIFE Magazine. In Vincent’s words, Andy looked at the world more differently than anyone else. <br />
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John met Andy in 1962, and described the artist as kind, gentle, simple, and brilliant; a force in the art world because the things he was doing were being done for the first time. John enjoyed Andy’s mind: any time Andy said something interesting, John would write it down and make up a question for it, like a backward interview, and called the series, “Andy Warhol Interviewed by a Poet.” John, a gay rights activist, mentioned that the abstract art scene in the 1950’s was extremely homophobic, and Andy was rejected from the Tanger gallery for being gay, but as Vincent said, Andy soon became a force in the gay art scene. John believes the self-portrait on display, made toward the end of Andy’s life, may have been precognition, and anticipation of his own death, and that the hair of his legendary wig sticking up may be symbolic of Andy’s belief that the “best way to leave your body is through the top of your head.” <br />
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John said, “Andy’s art is autobiographical and a reflection of his mind,” and also, “Artists talk to you, but they’re really talking to themselves about what they’re [creating].” I am always hungry for new insights and perspectives, especially if they can impact any preconceived notions I’ve developed. Listening to these two men expound upon a man both so public yet shrouded in mystery, explaining not only his work but his carefully curated self-image, was a great privilege.<br />
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<br />grecianlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389038954893817508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473292543049980503.post-47832216369356433472018-11-21T11:04:00.003-05:002019-02-21T09:07:25.075-05:00Duane Michals - Empty New York<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">On Thursday, November 8, I went to hear photographer Duane Michals speak at 192 Books on 10th Avenue about his new book, <i>Empty New York</i>. Michals began making photographs in 1963-64 after falling deeply in love with Eugène Atget’s documentation of the streets and architecture of Paris. Atget was relatively unknown at the time; most of his work was published posthumously by Berenice Abbott. Michals wanted to see the environment of New York City without people. He said that when you peer into a room with even one person inside, you see that person, not the room itself. He began photographing early in the morning and pressed his camera lens against the windows of empty shops and restaurants. Michals said he saw these places like stage sets, waiting for the cast to arrive. Everything is a performance: a barber in his barbershop is doing the barbershop act, the bookseller in the bookshop is doing the bookshop act. Little dramas.<br /><br />Going off on so many tangents throughout his talk, I made note of some of Michals’ most interesting points. He learned everything he knows about photography on the job. He said going to school for photography is a waste of time, and that anyone interested in pursing the art should just “go out on the street and take pictures.” He believes that if you do attend university, you should leave school asking more questions than when you arrived. This particular point resonated with me, because school tends to drain artists of their creativity when we’re forced to learn and follow so many rules – something I experienced – and for most of us, the only question we were asking when we graduated was “what the hell am I doing?” (I’ve been incredibly lucky to have overcome that.) Michals said that those constraints stopper creativity and it’s much harder to unlearn the rules than it is to learn them in the first place. <br /><br />He hates MoMA because he thinks of it like a factory in both design and content, which I found ironic due to his connection to Andy Warhol. I wrote a piece on Michals in <a href="http://grecianlight.blogspot.com/2016/08/duane-michals-and-state-of-photography.html" target="_blank">August of 2016</a>, detailing my introduction to his work and about finding an issue of GROUND Mag with his photograph of Andy Warhol covering his face with his hands, and the subsequent cover story. While Michals was speaking, he brought up Warhol, and described him as “one of the most boring people” he’s ever met. I couldn’t help but laugh, given my [unfortunate] attraction to anything Warhol-related, which is initially what lead me to discover Michals’ connection to him. <br /><br />He mentioned Ralph Eugene Meatyard, a photographer whose work has always made me uncomfortable, and said, “We should not be surprised that an optician became a photographic seer.” He also had a lot to say about portraiture, declaring, “Most portraits are lies,” and, “The biggest con men are the big smilers.” This reminded me of what he said in the GROUND Mag article about selfies, and how much us heading in that direction photographically troubles him.<br /><br />He called himself the “antichrist photographer,” because of his love for digital, even throwing out, “Fuck film! I love digital!” He tore down everything a purist photographer would believe, though at 86 years old with a massive body of work, it seems he’s earned the right to be called an authority on the subject and no longer worry about the purity of the art form. <br /><br />When he was finished speaking, those of us who wanted our copies of the monograph signed queued up. I was first in line and had a chance to tell him that the quote I loved from his article in GROUND Mag has been hanging on my mirror in my apartment for the last four years. He asked me to recite the quote, and actually spoke aloud about that idea momentarily. <br /> He signed my book: “Hello Chelsea…. Goodbye. Duane Michals</span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: xx-small;">”</span><br />
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grecianlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389038954893817508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473292543049980503.post-9118419208969743722018-07-01T23:57:00.001-04:002018-07-02T13:00:54.894-04:00Searching For Soul<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhgUW9cKGKGlVZve0fhDCay0bX0Lax0_Bz4VYP_uTaTzs1BkUgTmtz7Jugt-1olDWfxeNuxoE6wxvSx1RTgXxNQ23eHF_DpivY0jZe9pxMZXAHYJ_4tNKADRxF9GU7jIm8wd1UO-bPBdnr/s1600/MCNY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhgUW9cKGKGlVZve0fhDCay0bX0Lax0_Bz4VYP_uTaTzs1BkUgTmtz7Jugt-1olDWfxeNuxoE6wxvSx1RTgXxNQ23eHF_DpivY0jZe9pxMZXAHYJ_4tNKADRxF9GU7jIm8wd1UO-bPBdnr/s640/MCNY.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Last July, Jeremiah Moss's book <i>'Vanishing New York: How A Great City Lost Its Soul</i>' hit bookstores. Last Thursday, I attended a panel at the Museum of the City of New York, where Moss and three others had a discussion about the impact of hyper-gentrification on the city. It was thrilling to be in a room full of other people as passionate about this subject as I am, as I'm the only person across all of my groups of friends who cares about this at all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I read (almost) exclusively historical non-fiction about the city these days, and the list of books I've devoured is growing. This is a subject I've been passionate about for a couple of years, and Moss's book helped to clarify exactly what is going on in New York; from the High Line's massive impact on the west side, to mail-order services killing the local shops, to the "glass monstrosities" built on the rubble of entire city blocks, razed for the elite to move in. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">During the panel, Moss elaborated on a point he made in the book: the people who are moving into the city now, into areas steeped in historical and cultural significance, don't have a shred of nostalgia for the neighborhood in which they've chosen to reside. For example, folks my age move into the East Village on the wings of trust funds, spend $4,000/month on studio apartments in glass boxes, and turn a blind, ignorant eye to how that section of the city came to be trendy in the first place. Moss said, "Nostalgia gets a bad rap in our current culture," and I couldn't agree more: that's exactly why the soul of this city is slipping away. In this age of instant-gratification and Instagram stories, most millennials won't care if a historic corner store is bulldozed, as long as a shiny new restaurant rises in its place.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">However, after the four speakers on the panel had brought their conversation to a close, and opened up a Q & A with the [at capacity] audience, one person made a comment that has stuck with me. Susan Mayer is a 74-year old graphic design teacher who moved into a tenement building on the Lower East Side in her late teens/early twenties. It was the kind of space where the bathtub was in the kitchen, a cubicle in the corner that looked like a phone booth held the toilet, and two faux fireplaces did nothing to heat the $65/month apartment, and it was the kind of place where the whole building was a community, everyone knew their neighbors, and people would stop to say hello. <br />Susan said, <i><b>"The soul of the city resides in the lived-in spaces." </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">From the outside, it's getting harder to see the remains of the old New York, the cultural beacons in the form of bars, restaurants, and event spaces that were the hangouts of so many influential artists, writers, and taste-makers of past eras. I make it my business when reading about any particular area of the city to frequent the neighborhood as often as possible, and to look for remnants of the past. Right now, I'm reading John Strausbaugh's <i>'The Village: 400 Years of Beats and Bohemians, Radicals and Rogues, a History of Greenwich Village,'</i> and I've been hopping off the train at West 4th with my camera every chance I get. My <a href="http://chelseapathiakis.com/roaming/">Roaming</a> project has always been about New York from my perspective, and there's been a subconscious shift toward the more historically significant areas within the last year. It's much more difficult to access those lived-in spaces, but I'm hopeful they still exist. </span>grecianlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389038954893817508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473292543049980503.post-31689622857245667112017-12-26T15:41:00.002-05:002017-12-26T15:44:49.815-05:00Stephen Shore: Retrospective<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">On November 19, 2017, the Stephen Shore Retrospective opened to the public at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City.<br /><br /> Mr. Shore's unique perspective has been a source of inspiration since college, when I was handed his "Uncommon Places" by my professor, after a successful critique of a series I'd been working on. Since that day, he's become my favorite photographer and his work has had a profound influence on my own. Seeing his massive body of work renewed my enthusiasm, and reminded me just how much I love documenting the world in my view.<br /> <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">We spent a few hours walking around the island. My favorite area is Colonel’s Row – eight very old brick buildings once home to military officers and currently used as studio space for local artists. Since there was no one telling me I couldn’t, I spent some time in two of the houses photographing the empty upper floors. This was the first time I felt photographically inspired in months. The sweltering, stagnant heat inside normally would have been unbearable but my mind was whirring and I barely noticed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I returned two weeks later on my own to discover we had missed an entire half of the island. I found Nolan Park and the Admiral’s House, where I camped out in a rocking chair on the porch for a couple of hours writing. It was a blissful day of self-reflection.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">This past weekend I took the ferry with a friend, from Long Island City all the way down the coast of Brooklyn, to the island once more. The ferry ride gave me a chance to view Manhattan and Brooklyn from a distinct perspective, and I have added a few places to my list of areas to see. It was a gorgeous, cool Labor Day weekend and we laid in the grass in front of Colonel’s Row. The annual art fair was going on, with some unusual pieces on display. </span><br />
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<br /><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">There were several fountains in the Garden, and a wedding taking place around the most gorgeous one, surrounded by willows and rows of flowers in every color. A cellist was playing as we walked through, and I found myself absolutely content in that moment. I plan to return soon.</span>grecianlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389038954893817508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473292543049980503.post-40060448083934437822017-06-19T10:59:00.001-04:002017-06-19T11:07:50.211-04:00Irving Penn: Centennial<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">In the nearly debilitating humidity of this weekend, I made my way over to The Met to view the Irving Penn: Centennial, on display through July 30. Penn's work was a staple in lessons throughout art school: as a pioneer in studio portraiture, an example of medium format mastery, and a precedent for composition. I have always admired his work, especially his "Small Trades" series, and his still life work. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">When I turned the corner into one of the last exhibition rooms, I was pleasantly surprised to see a portrait of Joan Didion. I've been reading her "White Album" over the past few weeks, and while I'm no stranger to her appearance, it's always interesting to be reminded of the wide scope of her impact.</span><br />
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grecianlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389038954893817508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473292543049980503.post-15890979479850378632017-06-15T10:12:00.002-04:002017-06-15T10:20:38.786-04:00Julia Hetta, Part II<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Further inspiration courtesy of Julia Hetta. Her work is currently on view at the Grundemark Nilsson Gallery in Stockholm, Sweden <a href="http://www.grundemarknilsson.se/artists/julia-hetta/">grundemarknilsson.se</a> <br /><br /> Anyone want to send me a ticket?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /> I recently learned her brother, Hannes Hetta, is a stylist, also represented by Art + Commerce. The siblings have collaborated on several editorials.</span><br />
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grecianlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389038954893817508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473292543049980503.post-49994022391636828602017-02-28T22:08:00.000-05:002017-02-28T22:08:09.358-05:00Roaming for A Year<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">As this is not a Leap Year, I have chosen today to mark the one-year anniversary of the start of my Roaming project. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Over the last year, I have learned so much about myself as a photographer. I've learned to slow down, even more so than when I was in Greece, I've made an effort to focus more on the composition of my shots - an extra few seconds of set up make so much difference, and I've learned when <i>not </i>to take a photo. The third lesson has been the most important one so far. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">If I'm setting up a shot and I can't see a use for the photo beyond taking up space, if I can't see it posted to my website or my Instagram feed, if it doesn't truly excite me, I walk away. While the lesson doesn't apply to everything - goofing off with my friends or boyfriend, maybe there's a cute dog - it applies strongly to my art. It's another shift in perspective that I wasn't expecting, just like the one that put me on the path to this project.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So what comes next? I'll keep Roaming, searching for scenes that inspire me, and discovering new parts of New York City. </span><br />
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<br />grecianlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389038954893817508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473292543049980503.post-32581483137466716222016-12-26T19:51:00.001-05:002016-12-26T19:51:49.822-05:00Christmas at Gantry Plaza<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Mum and Dad came down for Christmas again this year and we decided to take everything nice and slow. We have done all the touristy stuff in the past: see the tree at Rockefeller Center, watched people ice skate, walked around Central Park, etc. On Christmas Day, we decided to take the train over to Court Square and walk around down by the water at Gantry Plaza State Park.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The park has been suggested to me a few times since I've lived in Queens but I've never found a reason to make the trek down there. The weather was gorgeous, and I finally got to see what all the fuss is about: striking views of the Manhattan skyline, an architecturally intriguing boardwalk, new construction on Central Boulevard, and the Long Island City ferry port, currently closed for the season.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I haven't been shooting much lately due to the frigid temperatures, but in the fifty-degree weather yesterday, with my iPhone and brand new Instax Wide camera, I was making photos left and right. It felt great to be #roaming again. I've made plans with my friend Dan for next week to go out shooting in the city, but I might suggest we change our locale to the area around Gantry since there's so much more to see.</span><br />
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<br />grecianlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389038954893817508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473292543049980503.post-81231367335955141412016-11-28T20:57:00.001-05:002016-11-28T21:29:27.068-05:00Julia Hetta<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Another photographer whose work I discovered via brief involvement with Art + Commerce is Julia Hetta. Working almost exclusively with natural light and long exposures, I find her work to be highly surreal; in some cases in the style of some Surrealist artists from the 1920s, namely Man Ray and Salvador Dali. Her use of rich, deep tones and occasionally eerie portraiture finds me intensely captivated.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">My favorite of her photo sets was published in AnOther Magazine in September of 2015, entitled <i>Cushion Volume Down Constrict. </i>I find this set to be one of the most surreal, and almost haunting.<i> </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The last two photographs scream Man Ray and Dali, respectively.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Between gorgeous compositions paired with such striking natural light, if ever I was to go down the path of fashion photography, Julia Hetta's work would top my list of inspirational sources.</span><br />
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grecianlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389038954893817508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473292543049980503.post-46626301616957933692016-11-25T18:09:00.000-05:002016-12-16T09:28:09.909-05:00William Abranowicz & Henry Miller<span style="font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;">At the beginning of October I was briefly involved with the artist agency </span><i style="font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;">Art + Commerce</i><span style="font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;">, which lead to the discovery of a few photographers whose work I've come to deeply admire. I had first been introduced to the agency as a fashion photography intern, doing aesthetic research for upcoming shoots. The agency represents some of the most prolific and renowned image makers of the age, and also holds licenses for the estates of artists who have passed on. Stephen Shore, Patrick Demarchelier, Craig McDean, and Steven Meisel are among the artists with whose work I was already familiar; William Abranowicz had been on my radar since my internship.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">My attention was first caught by William Abranowicz's <i>The Greek File </i>as I was fresh from a trip to the mythic land myself, and easily captivated by anything Greece-related. Already galvanized by the work of Herbert List (see earlier posts), I was hit with another wave of inspiration upon seeing another monograph dedicated to the place that changed me, not only as a photographer but as a person.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Abranowicz captures the essence of Greece in much the same way that I attempted when I was there. It's so easy to be caught up by the the things you're <i>supposed</i> to see when visiting a new place, but he made an effort to see past the attractions to the stripped-down core of Greek culture. There are no cliched portraits of monuments.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The beginning of the monograph has a beautifully written introduction by Edmund Keeley, followed by an excerpt from <i>The Colossus of Maroussi</i> by Henry Miller. So enchanted was I by Miller's words, that I found a copy of the book, and have been reading it slowly over the past few weeks. The way he describes his time in Greece, the interactions he had with people, </span><span style="font-family: "\22 times\22 " , "\22 times new roman\22 " , serif;">the places he visited,</span><span style="font-family: "\22 times\22 " , "\22 times new roman\22 " , serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">especially the overwhelming sense of peace and calm he experienced upon visiting Epidaurus, has continually brought my own experiences flooding back each time I pick up the book. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">"At Epidaurus, in the stillness, in the great peace that came over me, I heard the heart of the world beat. I know what the cure is: it is to give up, to relinquish, to surrender, so that our little hearts may beat in unison with the great heart of the world."</span></blockquote>
<br />grecianlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389038954893817508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473292543049980503.post-68635344006355507652016-09-22T21:00:00.001-04:002016-10-29T10:57:04.172-04:00Autumn & Jaques Henri Lartigue<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Summer is officially over today, and I'm feeling nostalgic for autumn in New Hampshire. The leaves begin to change, the air is crisp, and it's time to throw on a light jacket while out apple picking or attending a state fair. Autumn in New York is not quite as picturesque, as the heat lingers too long, and there is significantly less foliage.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The light is different in New Hampshire</span><span style="font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I remember first hearing of Jaques Henri Lartigue in college, probably mentioned during my history of photography class. Not immediately intrigued by his (more famous) black and white photographs, he fell into the great pool of photo knowledge sloshing around in the back of my mind. A few months ago, I picked up <i>Lartigue: Life in Color, </i>and I was overwhelmed by the beauty of the French and Italian countrysides and his varied female companions, and by the quality of light he captured, whether in the dead of winter or the last days of summer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">One pairing of images in particular found me unable to turn the page:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">With autumn creeping in, these two photographs seem incredibly relevant. September light, corn being husked and hung; harvest season.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I'm hoping to a make a trip north in the next month or so to be able to capture some of that golden light myself, before we descend quickly into winter. Why is it that this gorgeous, cozy season seems to pass so much faster than the others? I think I'd be happy living in perpetual fall.</span><br />
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grecianlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389038954893817508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473292543049980503.post-22373718140347018052016-08-13T11:18:00.002-04:002016-10-08T13:44:34.489-04:00Duane Michals and the State of Photography<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Duane Michals has been on my radar for some time. I wouldn't call him a direct influence, as my work is neither sequential nor typically in black and white, but there's something about his many small series that instill in me a strange sense of nostalgia. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Nearly a year ago, I was in Manhattan searching for international fashion magazines for my boss and I came across the fifth volume of a hardcover periodical called The GROUND. Michals' image of Andy Warhol was on the cover, and having personally spent [way too much] time researching and writing about the pop artist in college, I picked up the magazine immediately. Michals was interviewed about his place in the world of photography, and the quote in the image above struck a chord with me:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Photography will end up being a cul-de-sac unless it expands the definition of what a photograph is."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I read a lot of photography criticism, though mostly written by those who are long dead, in dusty, out of print books, so it was refreshing to hear a living photographer's point of view. And he's absolutely correct; while I do believe that the boundaries of photography are always being pushed, at some point everything will have been attempted and we photographers will need to take a step back and reevaluate what it is we're creating. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Michals goes on:</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">"All photography will end up being selfies. Because there is no other dimension than the reflection of the ego. I never understood why. I am having trouble with photography, most photography … as long as photography remains describing exterior events… as long as photography is telling me what I already know, I do not care about it."</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">In a world saturated by images, thanks to the likes of Instagram, Snapchat, and other social media, it's hard to see the value of a photograph. We're bombarded at every turn with imagery, a sad truth for those of us who spent time and money to be professionally trained in the medium, only to graduate into an industry where a proper degree doesn't seem to matter. In the end, what does it take to stand out?</span></div>
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grecianlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389038954893817508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473292543049980503.post-31931191349770531192016-06-20T10:26:00.004-04:002016-06-21T09:25:52.448-04:00Roosevelt Island<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">For the last few weeks, I've been riding my bicycle around Astoria to explore new territory I would never make it to on foot. I've been living here for almost two years and there is still so much I haven't seen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">On June 6th, and again this past Friday, the 17th, I traveled on two wheels to Roosevelt Island. The tiny island sits on the East River underneath the 59th St. Bridge that connects Queens and Manhattan. I'd come across the bridge to the island off Vernon Boulevard some months ago but hadn't the urge to explore until now. The island feels like a tiny European town: it is shockingly well maintained and clean, and has its own inclusive community with schools, churches, and a hospital. Most of the buildings are residential, and I recently learned that Cornell houses many of its doctors and scientists there as well. I was most surprised by the number of green spaces the island maintains; little parks and gardens are dotted all along on both the East and West sides. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The most impressive space, however, is the Franklin Delano Roosevelt Four Freedoms Park at the south tip of the island. The architecture is completely constructed with white granite, and there was a palpable sense of calm in the area. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">After my first trip, I'd heard about the ruins of the Smallpox Hospital, also on the South tip, and I knew I needed to see it this time. The Gothic Revival structure was designed by architect James Renwick, Jr. in the 1850's and opened to the public in 1956. Renwick also designed Grace Church and St. Patrick's Cathedral in NY and the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, DC. After spending so much time around ruined structures in Greece, the shell of the tiny hospital somehow felt familiar to me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">While it seems I've covered all the ground on the island, I'm sure I will be traveling there again soon to experience that sense of calm this quirky little strip of land brings me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The introduction by Bruce Weber and the following two pieces of analysis by Ulrich Pohlmann and G<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">ü</span>nter Metk<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">en that I've read s</span>o far have my mind buzzing. I have always highly valued the history of photography knowledge that I've retained, and reading about some of the most influential masters brought up in relation to Herbert List's work, as well as mention of photo movements, feels like waking up: Henri Cartier-Bresson's decisive moments; Rene Magritte's pictorial mysteries; Breton, Cocteau, and Man Ray, the Paris Surrealists. Bruce Weber mentioned a Swiss cultural journal called <i>Du</i> that published List's work several times, and I'm working on finding a copy.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Through this reading I've also been introduced to a few new artists whose work I plan to investigate: Florence Henri (New Vision, mirrors), Otto Steinert (subjective photography), Edmund Kesting (Ruins: "<i>Untitled (montage)" </i>&<i> "Dresden, 1945"), </i>and George Hoyningen-Huene (fashion photography).</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Further investigations and findings on the work of Herbert List and Jaques Henri Lartigue, writings on photography, photo criticism, and personal travel journals to come.</span><br />
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grecianlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389038954893817508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473292543049980503.post-52343782382032007332014-06-19T17:13:00.000-04:002014-06-19T17:14:00.513-04:00Mycenae, Epidayros, Arachova, and Delphi On Thursday the 12th, we left Nafplio and headed to Epidaurus, an archaeological site and home to a giant amphitheater with unbelievable acoustics. From any seat in the theater, one can hear a person on the ground in the center speak, but the voices of the audience are muted. It is said that it's not only the shape of the theater, but the limestone it's carved from that creates that effect.<br />
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Epidaurus was a place of healing. People came from all over Greece to this site for medical and spiritual healing. Plays were performed, there were hotels and restaurants, and there was even a place at the far end of the grounds for dream therapy. There is a story of a woman who came to Mycenae for troubles with conceiving a child. The barren woman went to dream therapy, and reportedly had a dream that Asklepios, the god of health, came to her, lifted her tunic, and touched her belly. Months later, she gave birth to a son (by her husband).<br />
After Epidaurus, Giorgios drove us to Mycenae, the ruins of the first capitol of Greece. After 999 steps at the castle, I have made it my business to scale any hill necessary in our travels, and this was the first since then. The view from the top was really spectacular, and of course I needed a photo as proof I climbed again.<br />
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As soon as I laid eyes on this sight, I burst into tears. Before I left for Greece, I found a photograph my Papou took when he and my Grandma were here a few years ago, stuffed in their old guide book. My Papou has always had an incredible memory but something's gone wrong and his memory is fading. The photograph was identical to the one above, and he had no idea where it was. I stood on the bridge, unable to speak, and let the reality of everything sink in. I knew I had to document this place, so that when I return home I can tell him myself where he had been.</div>
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Thursday night we made the long journey back to Athens and Friday morning we gathered at the Hellenic American University for a Lightroom class. I just recently took a Lightroom class back at home, so I spent the time adding to what I call my "Holy Grail" photography notebook. I'd printed some of Herbert List's photos (see first post) before I left for Greece, so I pasted them in and looked up biographical information. When class was finished we paraded down to the cafe for lunch, then had the rest of the day to ourselves.<br />
Saturday morning, the 14th, the group visited the National Archaeological Museum. Ioanna walked us through and gave us the highlights, then we had open time to continue walking around and photographing. I always get antsy in museums after about two hours, so once I got to my breaking point, I left and headed back to the hotel.<br />
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That evening, five of us adventured out for dinner on our own, instead of having another expensive meal with the whole group. We ended up on the main drag downtown, and soon found out that we'd stumbled into the rally and subsequent parade for Athen's Pride! All of us had left our cameras in the hotel and were immediately kicking ourselves for doing so. I had my iPhone and took several photos and videos; my favorite was the first float with people dancing to Cher's <i>Believe. </i><br />
<i> </i>Sunday morning, we piled into another bus and made another long journey to the the little ski town of Arachova. When we were almost there, there was a pull-off on the mountain road that over-looked the sleepy town and valley below and the view was breathtaking. There was a man sitting in a little red car who apparently lived on the side of the hill. His name was George and he took to me immediately, speaking to me in Greek, though I didn't understand, and eventually wrote down his name on a strip of paper for me, followed by his phone number.<br />
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It's off-season right now so the town was very quiet. We checked into the hotel then rode the bus back into town and had about an hour and a half to walk around photographing. There were some interesting sites, and another set of stairs to climb (only 264 this time). Later, we boarded the bus again and made the quick trip to Delphi, and the Temple of Apollo. Ioanna brought us through the museum first and told us about all the facts and myths surrounding the temple, then we ventured out to see it for ourselves. We eventually got rained out and had to make our way back to the bus.<br />
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I thought this statue looked like one of the two from the Never Ending Story that the brave warriors must pass through and I couldn't resist!<br />
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Since we got rained out that afternoon, we decided to head back in that direction Monday morning, and check out the Temple of Athena across the way. For some reason, not much is known about this particular temple, aside from which god it was built for. My mentor, Gary Samson, obliged to take my photo in front of the ruins.</div>
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From Delphi we headed to a monastery for several hours of relaxation. I only took a few photos; instead I concentrated my efforts on writing (and a nap) during my time there. The long dress in the photo above was required for entrance into the monastery's sacred buildings. </div>
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I failed to mention in my last post that during the first day on the island, while I spent time alone, four girls approached me and asked if I could take their photo. They were visiting from the island of Sfakia, and insisted I join them for a picture as well.</div>
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On the last day I visited the town's fish market and hovered around as the men displayed that morning's catch. The whole scene was ripe with photo opportunities and I was clicking away like mad. Watching the townspeople approach to buy that evening's dinner was really intriguing, especially coming from the land of super market gluttony. Several cats hung around waiting for handouts, mewing so as not to be forgotten. I hovered as one man shaved away the scales of one fish.</div>
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Once on land, we boarded a bus (driven by an incredibly handsome Greek man named Giorgios - we're friends now) and took the two and a half hour ride to the village of Nafplio. The scenery along the way changed again and again. It started out poor with many hollow, unfinished dwellings, likely the result of a terrible economy and lack of funds. As we travelled more inland, the landscape turned to sprawling green mountains, and olive and orange groves. Then at last, when we crossed the peninsula, an astonishing view of the sea.</div>
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Once we got to Nafplio and threw our belongings into hotel rooms, Ioanna guided us all over town. Nafplio is famous for a little trinket called "worry beads,"made of all kinds of materials from amber and onyx to wood and plastic. The idea is that one plays with these beads, sliding them around on the string when worries surface, and the repetitive clink of the beads and the motion of moving them around will cause the worries to fade away. I'm not sure if it's something I really believe in, but I did buy a strand made of dark wood that smells like incense, as a token to remember this place. </div>
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Ioanna guided us up a hill to an old fort over looking the town and the bay, then into a strange tunnel to take an elevator up to the top of the hill. Once we were up, we made our leisurely way back down the other side. On the way, we encountered cactus, cliff jumpers, lots of anti-Nazi graffiti, and more astonishing views.</div>
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The town of Nafplio is also famous for Palamidi Castle, which has precisely 999 steps up to the front door. I'm not the most athletic of girls but I looked at those nearly thousand steps as a challenge and that night, after taking a dip in the ocean, Kara and I decided to make the hike. It took us a half hour to get to the top - we took a lot of breaks to take photos and breathe - and then about twenty minutes to come down. It was dark when we reached the top, and we were dripping with sweat, but we did it!</div>
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On <b>Saturday</b> morning, a few of us girls went out to explore the surrounding neighborhood in Athens. We didn't have to meet back up with the rest of the group until late morning to head over to the Acropolis Museum, so we wandered around, photographing some very impressive graffiti and townspeople. I'm still very surprised by how much graffiti there is in Athens; a lot of it is due to the issues with the government and a bit of a rebellion toward the state of the economy.<br />
When the five of us met back up with the rest of the group, we made the long trek to the Acropolis Museum, in view of the backside of the Acropolis itself. Ioanna taught us a lot about the history of the Parthenon and the destruction it endured. I had no idea it was in such a state of ruin due to an explosion. The museum was filled with both original and replicas of pieces of the Parthenon and the other structures atop the plateau. Eight of us grabbed lunch in the museum cafe while it spontaneously poured outside.<br />
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Later, the entire group hurried along through the Plaka, one of the oldest sections of Athens, while the rain poured down on our unprepared heads. We gathered together at a cafe and had a huge shared meal of traditional Greek dishes, while the waiters used umbrella poles to siphon the collected rainwater off of the canvas roof above.<br />
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<b>Sunday</b> we had a late start and I managed to catch up on sleep for a little while before heading up to breakfast on the roof. I switched to another pair of sneakers and stuck medicated bandaids to my blisters which in conjunction worked wonders, as I hiked up the trail to the top of the Acropolis. The view of Athens was incredible and the Parthenon was breathtakingly massive.<br />
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All of us wandered around photographing after Ioanna gave her talk. I met a British couple and took their photograph and the man took mine, then a group of three Greek school boys asked me to take their photo and returned the favor as well. On the way down, I passed by a man playing a flute and seven cats were sitting around him listening to the music:<br />
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<br /> I'm currently on the island of Spetses, and it's been a whirlwind of hot walks, motorbikes, cats, and antique photographs. The group had lunch on the beach after getting situated at the hotel, and then broke away to do our own things. I decided to take some alone time and wander the shore looking for sea glass and photograph at my leisure. <div>
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The town is really quaint with a few streets full of shops, and there are cats everywhere. I actually managed to rescue a tiny kitten from a dumpster. I was on one of the side streets and saw a large cat jump into a small dumpster. As I walked up and peered in, the cat got spooked and jumped out. It was then that I spotted the little grey kitten trying to eat something in a garbage bag. There was no way she would be able to get out considering how deep the dumpster was, so after circling around and getting her used to my presence for a few minutes, I was able to boost myself up on the wall and pull her out. Just as I got a got her to calm down, a woman walked up and said hello to me in English. I learned her name is Michelle, she and her husband moved to Spetses from England, and she's made it her business to take in cats on the island. The kitten was nice and calm in my arms and I handed her over to Michelle, whom I photographed with the tiny fluff ball in her arms. Michelle and I decided to name the kitten Chelsea, after me, and then she plunked the little baby inside her sweater and rode away on her RV. <div>
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grecianlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389038954893817508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473292543049980503.post-49101965156913365022014-06-06T18:43:00.001-04:002014-06-06T18:43:40.240-04:00Hello Athens! Today was my first full day in Athens! After losing a day to travel; a ten hour flight from Boston to Istanbul, a two-hour layover in the Turkish airport, and a second quick flight to Athens, we finally arrived last night.<br />
This morning I awoke to bright light streaming in through our balcony and no idea where I was. Not until I got up and peered outside to see the breath-taking view down the street did it actually hit me. That's the thing about arriving in a new place in the dark. I poked my head back in the room to rouse my roommate, Sanico, and we both squealed as we allowed our tired American eyes adjust to the gorgeous <i>Grecian light.</i><br />
We met up with the rest of the group during breakfast at the hotel's roof restaurant and bar. We met our historian, Ioanna, and she took the thirteen of us over to the cafe at the Hellenic American University to meet two more ex-Pats and fill out some paperwork. Later, the group headed down town to the Benaki Museum, where Ioanna gave us a shot-gun lesson on the history of Greece, complete with icons, ceremonial vases, and 18th century clothing.<br />
When we finished touring the museum, a few of us headed up to the rooftop bar there and re-hydrated. I was photographing a group of older socialite women dining and chit-chatting casually with elaborate quaffs and outfits. One woman saw me photographing, invited me over to their table, kissed me, hugged me, sat me down, and bought me a glass of wine, while they all spoke to me in high-speed Greek. They wanted to know where the photos of them would end up…<br />
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I gave them directions to my website which carries a link here so hopefully they'll find their happy faces.<br />
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Once the whole group reconnected, we walked further into the heart of Athens in the direction of the Acropolis. We found ourselves between the high street with all the fast fashion stores and the tourist trap side streets with shoe stores and t-shirt carts galore. A few people broke away eventually to head back to the hotel before meeting back at the Hellenic center for dinner, and the rest of us continued on to see some of the ruins of ancient Athens and various stray cats.<br />
Sitting at dinner was refreshing for those of us who thought it was a good idea to break in new shoes… Later, eight of us met up on the hotel's roof bar again for Mythos beer and red wine. I can't wait for tomorrow.grecianlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389038954893817508noreply@blogger.com1