A Fist Full of Film

This is the Rebellion against overproduced images often in the digital world. These are images made from my film cameras. Each image I shot myself. The subjects are often friends, and acquaintances in their world.

Only GREEN M&M’s. When you rub shoulders with celebrity, you sometimes get a little of their elbow grease on your coats.  And often times you hear stories of getting shit for them that you might think is preposterous, but I guarantee you its life and death(to them).  Logistics, is what the Yes man does to keep them satisfied, at bay, and willing to continue to be cooperative when they have everyone in their corner saying that they don’t have to be, because they are oh-so important.  What Jessie did in production, she could write books on.  Its the flip side of what I see before the photograph and after as far as lighting and photoshop.  But to her, she sees it on paper, in deal memos, in preproduction, and in planning.  And then she hears it when the Fan hit the Shit, because some monkey F-ing a football hacked the fan off the ceiling while jumping on the blades with backpack full of RedMatter from either Star Trek or Die Hard With A Vengence-all this happens when they print the wrong picture, or the wrong outfit or the wrong sunglasses in whatever spread went out.  And its not her fault.  But she takes the blame. But we are the real Expendables.  Because our reputations get thrown asunder in a parsec, as the blame rolls down hill and we collect the pieces.  Being rocked and rolled at a drop of a hat makes you a identify with someone, when you don’t sleep, work long hours, and all so you can master the trade that you do.  So you don’t have to do the 15 hours a day.  And perhaps you make it through the entertainment industry version of the “drop classes” that would be in the Freshman schedule in College. “Remember that job on that deserted airstrip when so and so had to fly in and you had to take her to the hotel and you had that 2 hours in your Subaru with A-List talking about what it was like growing up in Virginia?”   The stories you get are pretty amazing, and most times unbelievable to those who don’t work in this funny business.  Now on the verge of leaving it(at least temporarily), I reflect more on the work and people I’ve met and shared some moments with, people who satellite through our lives, and then the apogee takes them elsewhere for whatever the reason. That is the nature of our business.  A culture of Rolling Stones, who is and was only as good as our last job.  It can take its toll on you, and it can remove your identity, getting lost in the current of bullshit and ego.  I know Jessie made it out okay, for most part unscathed. Santa Monica, CA Leica M6 50mm Summilux Tmax 100

Only GREEN M&M’s.


When you rub shoulders with celebrity, you sometimes get a little of their elbow grease on your coats.  And often times you hear stories of getting shit for them that you might think is preposterous, but I guarantee you its life and death(to them).  Logistics, is what the Yes man does to keep them satisfied, at bay, and willing to continue to be cooperative when they have everyone in their corner saying that they don’t have to be, because they are oh-so important.  What Jessie did in production, she could write books on.  Its the flip side of what I see before the photograph and after as far as lighting and photoshop.  But to her, she sees it on paper, in deal memos, in preproduction, and in planning.  And then she hears it when the Fan hit the Shit, because some monkey F-ing a football hacked the fan off the ceiling while jumping on the blades with backpack full of RedMatter from either Star Trek or Die Hard With A Vengence-all this happens when they print the wrong picture, or the wrong outfit or the wrong sunglasses in whatever spread went out.  And its not her fault.  But she takes the blame.

But we are the real Expendables.  Because our reputations get thrown asunder in a parsec, as the blame rolls down hill and we collect the pieces.  Being rocked and rolled at a drop of a hat makes you a identify with someone, when you don’t sleep, work long hours, and all so you can master the trade that you do.  So you don’t have to do the 15 hours a day.  And perhaps you make it through the entertainment industry version of the “drop classes” that would be in the Freshman schedule in College.

“Remember that job on that deserted airstrip when so and so had to fly in and you had to take her to the hotel and you had that 2 hours in your Subaru with A-List talking about what it was like growing up in Virginia?”  

The stories you get are pretty amazing, and most times unbelievable to those who don’t work in this funny business.  Now on the verge of leaving it(at least temporarily), I reflect more on the work and people I’ve met and shared some moments with, people who satellite through our lives, and then the apogee takes them elsewhere for whatever the reason.

That is the nature of our business.  A culture of Rolling Stones, who is and was only as good as our last job.  It can take its toll on you, and it can remove your identity, getting lost in the current of bullshit and ego.  I know Jessie made it out okay, for most part unscathed.

Santa Monica, CA

Leica M6 50mm Summilux Tmax 100

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