Tag: photography
Stavin’ Chain playing guitar and singing the ballad “Batson,” Lafayette, Louisiana. 1934. Photo by Alan Lomax. (via)
Drummer Gene Krupa performing at Gjon Mili’s studio. NYC, 1941
*Amazing* photographs from LIFE Magazine’s photo archives. Originally featured in the July 9th, 1941 article, “GENE KRUPA SHOWS HOW TO PLAY DRUM IN THESE FANTASTIC SOUND PICTURES.”
In these unusual shots Krupa illustrates some rudiments of drumming. They were taken by Gjon Mili’s multiple-exposure camera so you could follow the track of Krupa’s drumsticks whizzing through the air. But they are interesting also as impressionistic portraits of sound, suggesting the rhythmic pandemonium of a Krupa jam session.
….As a drum historian, he likes to tell how Napoleon Bonaparte was once defeated by Russians who were roused to a fighting frenzy by Cossack drummers. Says Krupa proudly, “I have Cossack blood myself.”
Also, be sure to follow the LIFE Tumblr.
Intel Visual Life – The Sartorialist. (via)
It seems odd, but it’s almost like going out there and letting yourself fall in love a little bit every day, letting yourself be seduced a little bit every day.
I also like his idea of the internet as a “digital park bench”, where you can see the entire world passing through your neighborhood.
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
“Sunset Portraits, From 8,462,359 Sunset Pictures on Flickr, 12/21/10”. A photo illustration by Penelope Umbrico for The New York Times. I’ve probably become inured to news images, but this was one of those rare ones that stopped me in my tracks. If there were a print of this, I’d probably buy it. Cyberspace When You’re Dead.
wehr:
Amy Stein | Photography | Blog: A Few Questions for Jo Ann Walters
Wow. Check out the whole set.
When I see great portraiture like the stuff here, I am reminded how rare it really is. I was not expecting it to be so good.
wehr:
Amy Stein | Photography | Blog: A Few Questions for Jo Ann Walters
Wow. Check out the whole set.
When I see great portraiture like the stuff here, I am reminded how rare it really is. I was not expecting it to be so good.
Women Laughing Alone With Salad | The Hairpin
The line between the reality that is photographed because it seems beautiful to us and the reality that seems beautiful because it has been photographed is very narrow. […] The minute you start saying something, “Ah, how beautiful! We must photograph it!” you are already close to the view of the person who thinks that everything that is not photographed is lost, as if it had never existed, and that therefore, in order really to live, you must photograph as much as you can, and to photograph as much as you can you must either live in the most photographable way possible, or else consider photographable every moment of your life. The first course leads to stupidity; the second to madness.
Italo Calvino in his short story The Adventure of a Photographer. Also: “the life that you live in order to photograph it is already, at the outset, a commemoration of itself.”
The line between the reality that is photographed because it seems beautiful to us and the reality that seems beautiful because it has been photographed is very narrow. […] The minute you start saying something, “Ah, how beautiful! We must photograph it!” you are already close to the view of the person who thinks that everything that is not photographed is lost, as if it had never existed, and that therefore, in order really to live, you must photograph as much as you can, and to photograph as much as you can you must either live in the most photographable way possible, or else consider photographable every moment of your life. The first course leads to stupidity; the second to madness.
Italo Calvino in his short story The Adventure of a Photographer. Also: “the life that you live in order to photograph it is already, at the outset, a commemoration of itself.”
By the way, for all you bums tumbling without credit, this photo is by George H. Barker for The Tennessean (which has a lot of great Elvis photos), during the June 10, 1958 RCA studio session in Nashville. Perhaps he’s taking a break with Chet Atkins, Hank Garland, and the Jordanaires after recording I Need Your Love Tonight or A Big Hunk o’ Love? A little credit/context goes a long way.
And now back to our regularly scheduled non-cranky programming.
Cross-section of Kowloon Walled City via wehr. I finally figured out what this reminded me of: Chung Chak’s photography project, The Boxes (e.g.) (which I tumbled and mis-tagged ages ago.)
Cross-section of Kowloon Walled City via wehr. I finally figured out what this reminded me of: Chung Chak’s photography project, The Boxes (e.g.) (which I tumbled and mis-tagged ages ago.)
All trivial fond records: Cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.
There’s something terribly morbid about a clock protruding from a funeral parlour isn’t there?
Afghanistan’s Wakhan Corridor – Benjamin Rasmussen
Nice photos of the isolated northeast section of Afghanistan that hasn’t been much troubled by the ongoing war. (via) It was recently covered in the NYT as well.
No hipster hats. No acoustic guitar in the studio.
Kanye West during the making of My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy. Photo By Nabil Elderkin. (via)
Peachtree Street on a rainy night. Atlanta, 1951. Photo by Charles Kushman. I wish Loew’s Grand Theatre were still around.
Big Boi and André 3000, 1994, with Atlanta DJ Greg Street.
[If I could have lunch with one person I’ve never met] I would have to say Isaac Newton or Benjamin Franklin. I’ve met a lot of interesting people and some uninteresting ones, too. The two men had a bigger grasp of the world they lived in. But I don’t think I would pass up an opportunity with Sophia Loren.
Sophia Loren. Rome, June 1961. Photo by Alfred Eisenstaedt.
Purchased at the Antiques Garage in Chelsea. The only identifying mark on the back of this print was the handwritten word “Beatles.”
Mark Larson 