Just a few words on the eve of your great adventure for which you have trained yourself and anticipated for so long — to let you know that we all share it with you, vicariously...
To M. Scott Carpenter (Letters of Note)
I picked this up at Wafflish Waffle. Photo/via: Bird & Banner. (Antonio Vitali coat hanger; one of three picked up on eBay a few years ago.)
= Baby boy Beach coming soon (!)
"I recently did a few photo shoots for some brands. I like working on commercial work when i can, it pays the bills and creates a whole new set of challenges that I wouldn’t ever experience when working on my own stuff. For these shoots we used street casted models (regular people). They can have a good look but sometimes they are mad stiff because they are not used to being photographed. In an attempt to loosen some of the guys up I asked them what their best memory was. One kid said he can’t remember anything because he smokes a lot of weed (5 to 10 spliffs a day). I also learned that he eats fast food for almost every meal. Another kid who grew up in philly said he didn’t have any good memories. He actually got more and more frustrated through out the course of the day because he literally couldn’t think of any. Another had seen the Wu Tang Clan live in 2004 just before ODB died and that was his. Mine happened when I was 16. I was in a mountain bike race in Boulder, CO. It was called Ride the Rocks, it was a tough race and I was doing pretty good. At one point in the race only the first 10 riders would be left to continue racing and would have to do an extra lap around the course. I was in the top 10 so was my best friend at the time, his name is Dylan. Anyway, i was riding as hard as I could through all of the dirt and dust on the course. I was climbing a hill and looked up and saw my dad there. He was all alone (away from all the other spectators), and he said “C’mon Peter, you are doing really good man!” I could see it on his face that he was genuinely stoked, and he passed the feeling on to me. That moment is my best memory. I kept riding and soon flatted and couldn’t finish the race. My friend Dylan finished the race and was and was semi-crying from exhaustion and his front teeth were caked with dirt. have a good weekend, p."
Peter Sutherland (via Jennilee)
Sean (1970) Directed by Ralph Arlyck.
Elad Lassry, 2007
Joanne and Trace, No Distractions
Lassry’s photographs play on such conventions as the still life, the family portrait and the headshot. When using images taken directly from other sources, appropriation is used as a means, rather than an end... Lassry co-opts Life Magazine’s "Amateur Faces" First Prize winning photo for 1970 — "When Kent Barton, a 28-year-old North Miami art director, couldn't get his 3-month-old son Trace to sit properly for a formal portrait, he asked his wife Joanne to help, and made this picture.”
Elad Lassry, 2007
Joanne and Trace, Well Kept
Text: Cherry and Martin
Images: David Kordansky Gallery
Oscar Bony, 1968
La Familia Obrera
Luis Ricardo RodrÃguez, a pattern cutter, and his wife and son were hired by Bony and paid twice the minimum wage to sit as an installation in La Familia Obrera. An audio recording of their everyday household life was playing in the background.
via Jennilee
A self-portrait (top) and a portrait of his mom, Wai Lin.
Both photos by Pol Wah Tse.
