Tuesday, July 21, 2009


Media of all sorts- books, movies, commercials - sell the experience of youth. Teen socializing is often portrayed as a self confident dramatic experience but, in actuality, the typical weekend for a teen is often full of mundane ritual activities, such as going to the mall. The divide between the fabrication and actuality of teenage life is decidedly large. As any good teen flick will tell you, teen-dom is a thrilling time full of sexual exploration and frivolity with a fun-loving group of friends, but what more commonly occurs is a great deal of observation and waiting for something to happen. This, coupled with the desire for peer acceptance, sexual desire inspired by uncontrollable hormones, and the need to project an image, often creates a more self conscious experience of life which never quite matches up with media expectation.

I decided to photograph within the mall environment to portray a more authentic idea of the teen experience. What I hope comes across in my photographs is the gap between what teens want to project and who they really are. I find the mall a fitting location for these pictures because it is where they buy the image of their desired life. Within a consumerist environment they find their social queues and act accordingly. To draw more specific connections to my work, I find a sadness in the girl who is posing as a live model. When I look at her, I sense a struggle to reconcile the real with the dream. Or, in the picture of the boy and girl cuddling on the mall couch, I see an organic sexuality that does not fit the social landscape.

My main goal with my portrait work is to find rawness in someone’s character. I hope my skill level is starting to tap into it.





Monday, July 20, 2009

zeros and ones

I had this great interview this morning with the chairman of the sound design department at SCAD-Atlanta today. He was very nice and articulate. I wish all interviews went this well. Usually after the microphone has been put away and I'm sitting at the computer editing, the chore of editing out the 'ums' and 'ya knows' is daunting. But not this guy. This guy was a completely different story. His voice was buttery. His thoughts were clear. He made me excited about things like electronic spacial effect. If only we all were so clear.

I've been making a list of some of my favorite things in my head recently. Here's three.

1. Barbeque
2. Fireworks
3. Radio Lab

Off to more transcribing.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

28 days

February was a long, drawn out month that didn't want to end. February was a house guest that crashed on my couch, ate all my food, and didn't even offer to wash the dishes. February finally left and now the days seem a little brighter, a little less long. Typically, it's a month that flies by without a trace of stress or frustration. 28 days! Who can't deal with 28 days? Apparently, I can't deal with 28 days. February realized that I wasn't paying attention to it very much last year so he practiced throwing curve balls for 11 months and then, WHAM!, came with a vengeance.
March is a very different sort of month. March calmly goes about his day. He likes to read the paper in the morning and always makes his bed. He is a big fan of David Attenborough and often spends his evenings playing board games.

March is to February as the Tortoise is to the Hare.
March is to February as Yoga is to Basketball.
March is to February as Chamomile Tea is to Coffee.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

so im sick today.  ive looked at google reader probably enough for a whole week, but i wont deny that it was fun.  So since i'm gotten  my fill of other people's blogs and Americas Best Dance Crew isn't on anymore (or, as Mario Lopez likes to call it, "ABDC") I'm going to do something a little more interactive to waste my time as I try to hold down coca cola and cold cream of wheat.  Add my fingerprint to the blog world.
So heres a list of a few of my favorite things...

Starting with movies:
Kung Fu Hustle
            
This is the movie that got me into kung fu.  Steven Cho is so imaginative and I think hes one of my favorite.  Shoalin Soccer is great too.  
This is one of my favorite scenes.  It's not the best quality, but it still is SO COOL.

Diving Bell and the Butterfly

So I'm not sure if this trailer captures how good this movie actually is, but what trailer does?  It's beautifully shot with a compelling story based on a true story.  A must see.

Darjeeling Limited
Okay, a bit of a contraversial choice considering how many people are on the fence about this Wes Anderson film.  Rushmore will always be my favorite and this is no Rushmore, but its great.  Beautiful to watch and I always like an indulgent-rich-family-dealing-with-problems-wealth-cannot-solve plot line.  And I have a crush on Adrian Brody.

Breathless


So french new wave it really cool and I mean that in the humblest of senses because I know nothing about film, but I do think its great they worked on such small budgets. I think every woman wants to look like her.

The Trailer to UP




Television:
Ace of Cakes
Anthony Bourdain No Reservations
30 Rock
The Office
Top Chef

and the sad thing is, this is the cream of the crop.  typically you can find me watching The Real Housewives of (fill in the major city here).  it's like watching a train wreck.

Some good songs.
Later...

Thursday, January 1, 2009

"It's been a couple years and I guess I'm fine about it"

I'm at my mom's home for the Christmas holiday and this three weeks of pretending Athens doesn't exist is almost over. It seems everything about Atlanta directs me to nostalgia. A few months ago someone asked my if I was a nostalgic person and my response was, of course i am, i'm a photography major. Despite my natural inclination, the CDs I haven't replaced in my mom's car in 3 years, the stacks of old photos, the holidays, old journals in my bedroom, being back at R. Thomas, all ask me to look back and contemplate. There isn't one specific topic my mind has kept to this holiday. It's pretty random actually. I will say this, I don't throw away much. My bedroom is practically a landmine of memories, but the term landmine has so many negative connotations. How about this landmine sometimes explodes bouquets of balloons. The best finds are always the photographs. I'm considering starting a personal project of chronicling the first 5 years of my 20s in pictures. I would do it in chronological order with a lot of attention to the big events and relationships and hopefully have some narrative to it. I guess, basically, just bringing some organization to all these images floating around. It probably would be boring for anyone else to look at, but I know I would enjoy it and it would be one more tool for my memories. I think I will start that soon.