Having sent this address out to folks to check out, I figured I should at least have something kinda new up here. This pic was made with the Diana F+ I got for Christmas.
In fact it is just about the only photo that turned out, two rolls and $30.00 later. It really brought back the not-so-hot parts of the good old days of film photography. Still, this accidental image is something I would have never thought of doing, and I love it. It is just going to take a while to learn the camera.
Laree Love, Eric the Cinematographer, and Some Old Dude.
Laree Love again, clearly happier to be standing next to the lovely Laura Sweeney.
Okay, okay, here's something for all of you who are thinking "Wow, thanks for getting the blog going again, Captain Downer."
A very fun thing I could write about is "Satan Hates You", the movie we finished shooting just a bit ago. Problem is, everyone's got a stick up their ass about secrecy and control and How People Will Perceive Things.
I had wondered where Karl Rove had been working, now I know...
Anyhoo, this situation has made it damn near impossible to write about anything or post any photos. Luckily, one of the producers has posted some stuff on her blog, so it must be okay, and if it isn't, it's not my fault. Click Here!
Most of the photos are from the Wrap Party. I had a softball game that night, and as such arrived late. How hilarious to be the one sober person in a sea of your absolutely shitfaced friends. It was awesome. It also enabled me to steer a couple people out of certain trouble, which they've done for me many times. Enjoy.
Okay, its been a while. I realize that. But things have finally finished up at the commercial job we were doing, which means I am unemployed for the next, uh, day. Which is about as good as it gets. Being unemployed for about ten weeks was scary (though strangely ineffective at lowering my tax bill). Being unemployed for...oh...Wednesday, that's a chance to catch up, do some business hour errands, etc. Let's start with a few photos from these recent jobs:
Here is an example of job site ingenuity.
I apologize for the low quality of the photo, but it is a shot from my ancient phone in low light. If you can make it out, this is a latch on the inside of a makeshift bathroom at a job on the Upper East Side. In this photo the door is on the left, the wall on the right, the latch contraption affixed to the door with the latch thrown.
To have a toilet is a luxury during the early days of a job, much less a door. The fact this one has an intricate latch on top of all that is a testament to an ingenious mind with a hatred of the simple framing they should have been doing with all the time they poured into this. The bolt of the latch slides left to right and is held in place by those two vertical pieces on the right. The third vertical-on the left-is a handle/stop and if you look closely you can see shiny metal screw which also acts as a handle/stop. This is probably not as interesting to those of you unfamiliar with general job site conditions.
But I think most people can recognize the other side of the coin, here:
What you are looking at is a tool that, new, was versatile enough to be called a 5-In-One. Whether it is now a 1-In-One or a None-In-One is, I suppose, debatable. Some jobs, including the spreading of certain kinds of mastic, create tools so gunked up they would require gallons of solvent to clean them. This is why they make cheap, plastic spreaders. The tool above isn't remarkably expensive, but I can assure you the guy who did this didn't buy it, or it's replacement.
Seat belts on? Good, because we're about to take a hard, poorly transitioned turn....
I'm not big on news hype, and can only watch any news channel these days for so long before the overwhelming assault of graphics and constant yelling forces me from the room-(no really, close your eyes and listen next time, many of them are actually yelling...wearing microphones 10 inches away from their mouths in a studio and yelling...)-but this stuff caught my eye:
Ummm, I don't want to alarm anyone, but I've watched a lot of science fiction in my day, and I've seen these reports about fifty times over the years. This almost never ends well. Especially now, without Charlton Heston around to save us from ourselves. I implore you not fall for miraculous new foodstuffs or the promises of benevolent alien overlords.
