Archive for October, 2010
I’ve had numerous people ask me in the past for lessons on fine art photography, and now’s your chance.
My friend Seth Hancock is coming to Indiana from LA to shoot some photos and host a fine art photography workshop. After a little prodding, Seth’s convinced me to co-facilitate the workshop.
It’s taking place in Indianapolis at a rented studio on Saturday, Nov 13 from 2 to 6 pm. We’ll have four to six models total (male and female) and eight to ten photographers in the workshop. Cost for you is $100.
The things we intend to focus on include many aspects of working with nude models (professionalism, release forms, and communication), as well as lighting for fine art photography (natural versus strobe versus continuous light), poses for fine art photography, and camera settings.
Let me know if this is something that might interest you.
The poses we intend are going to be on the sophisticated side of fine art photography, so if you’re looking to shoot things that might be seen in Maxim or DNA magazines, you might be disappointed. And it goes without saying that this is a professional endeavor, so anyone who can’t act right around nude models or does anything that makes one of them uncomfortable will be asked to leave (sans refund).
Yesterday, I received word that two of the three photographs I submitted to the GLAAD Art Auction were accepted. So, I guess on the evening of November 21, this is where I’ll be.
I’ve already gotten a lot of “told you so’s” by people because I’ve been spending the last two weeks saying that I didn’t think I’d get accepted. But to be honest it still feels a bit surreal to me — this even is so uber A-list/powergay that it’s not even funny and I’m going to be so out of my element that it’s just ridiculous. Just looking at the list of special guests/honorary hosts, alone, makes me want to hide under the desk.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering why so many of the Real Housewives of NYC are featured guests, it’s because they’re going to be filming an episode at the auction. So not only do I need to find a way not to pee my pants when I meet Mike Ruiz, David Bromstad, Robbie Williams, Scott Herman, and Kyra Sedgwick, but there’s a chance that both my artwork and I could be on television.
And for those wondering, here are the two pieces that I’ll have up for auction.
And don’t get me wrong. While it’s true that I’m going to feel like a humorless, insipid, frumpy-and-overweight, Midwestern poseur at this auction, I’m very honored to have been selected and very happy to participate. GLAAD is one of my favorite LGBT charities, period. There’s no one else I’d rather be doing this for.
If you’re in New York, I’d love to see you at the auction!
Jay and me with Toby, one of our delightful hosts for the weekend and one of Jay’s friends for over 20 years.
For dinner on Saturday, we went to this little bistro/coffeehouse that served French-inspired, organic dishes with root vegetables, ancient grains, and interesting seasonings. And yes, one of the waiters had a nice can.
We liked it so well that we went to the same place the next day for brunch.
Of course, one block away was this place, which — had I seen first — may have been the clear choice for lunch.
Because who wouldn’t want to eat hot dogs out of a retired microbus in the yard?
We spent the weekend in Nashville. I’m still not a fan of country music, but I totally get why people love it here.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that *I* want to live here. But it is a great city.
Here we are, inside a “honky tonk.”
This girl could sing.
A Michael Jackson impersonator, performing on the street.
There were street performers everywhere, actually. And more live music bars that I could have ever imagined.
This may have been my favorite spot. It was a blues bar.
From the fact that the performer was dressed like someone’s mom to the 60-year-old woman in leopard print hot pants dancing off stage and a silent Elvis impersonator in a dark corner, I felt like I was in a movie.
I’d like to think this sign was unnecessary, but know better. We went inside anyway.
Inside was a dank karaoke, which — in a town full of people trying to make it in music — is not the same experience as it is in Indiana.
This boy could sing, and as they might say in Nashville, “I’d let him eat crackers in bed.”
Toby’s friends performed “Total Eclipse of the Heart.” The blond just sang the “turn around” parts. The redhead make the song exceptionally vulgar. It was hilarious.
And then I convinced this straight boy that he didn’t want to sing Eminem because he needed to perform a Britney Spears song — “Toxic.”
Toby and his friends danced.
After this we went to a gay bar, and I left my camera in the car. Pity, as the bartenders were hot and I tried to convince two of them to come to Indy to let me shoot them. We went to a place called Tribe, which if you ask me, is exactly what Sidetrack in Chicago *should be* but isn’t.
I wish I could say that it’s good to be home.
. . . in the light of a Nashville honky tonk.
If you’re a Facebook friend or fan of my site (and who still reads blogs but ISN’T on Facebook?), you already know all of these things if you see my status updates. But it wouldn’t seem right if I didn’t post my news on here, too.
- Big thing number one: I’m having work published in Starrfucker magazine. We’ve talked about this before, so I’m sure you know it. I should be getting my copies of the magazine any day now.
- Big thing number two: The leading LGBT calendar/greeting card company is publishing a 2012 wall calendar of my work. It will contain 14 of my photos/models (12 months work, plus the front and pack cover) and it’s getting worldwide distribution.
I was approached several weeks ago by Village Lighthouse/10 Percent and signed the contract a couple of weeks ago. I delivered the final images last week, so now there’s one more license for me to sign and then it’s wrapped up.
As part of my compensation, I get 110 calendars to sell on my own. So I’ll be selling those, autographed if you like, on my website, out of the trunk of my car, anywhere I can.
And lest you ask, I’d already decided that no, I’m not telling you which models/what images are in the calendar. I will tell you that it’s going to be one of those “Hunk of the Month” kind of calendars, so it’s going to be a shade on the cheesy side and won’t have any of my more controversial work in it, but I don’t think you’ll be disappointed with the guys they picked.
I should have my calendars next June, or thereabouts. Hopefully, this opens the door to more opportunities for them to also use some of my other artwork.
Who would have thought that cancer is so pretty?
Or soy sauce?
Or that a wasp nest would be so intricate?
These are all images from Nikon’s annual Small World micro-photography contest. The website is clunky, but I could still look at the galleries all day long.
My friend Trinity and I took a day last week and went to Bloomington, where I went to college. I love the town and want to spend some time there before we are no longer as geographically close to it.
I thought I was going to document the day there. Later, I realized that I didn’t photograph lunch, or Trinity, or the student union, or much of the great architecture on campus, or many of the ubiquitous street scenes you’ll find in the surrounding town. Instead, most of my images have at least one cute frat boy in them.