Thanks to everybody who read, followed, liked, reposted, linked, fell asleep to, and otherwise involved themselves with the blog but it’s time to bring the curtain down. But as the saying goes, every end is the beginning of the end of a new beginning’s end or something like that.
Efforts are being redirected towards a new project to launch in late December. In the meantime you can still follow my work at www.alliedstyl.es and www.waxfigures.tk
Best,
P
— David Bailey
I just had the scary thought that some day I might be desensitized to beauty, what a horrible world that would be. I know models and photographers and other industry people who are so constantly in the presence of beautiful people in the daily run of things that they go about unfazed, almost bored by it all. I hope to god that I am always awed and mouth agape at wonderful things and people regardless of my exposure to them, because being used to beauty is like being used to excitement, what else is there to live for if you have nullified such a basic, raw state of being? Before this gets overly preachy my point is I am very much inspired by pretty things and you should be too no matter what your place in life.
The single picture that I uploaded today was the subject of much deliberation, but after some thought I decided that if there were ever an appropriate place or time for it, it is both here and now. I would rather not directly link to it here, but if you are seriously looking at the photos you will know which one I mean. Much of my work seems to, intentionally or otherwise, deal with a recurring moroseness, but the explicitness of the message is often at best a vague implication or a subtle clue. Here though, the imagery is a bit more crude than I am normally comfortable with, but I strongly feel that not including it would be spitting in the face of my own work. The website, and more importantly art, are about emotion and the sentiment attached to design, not just lifeless objective construction, and to feel so strongly, positive or negative, about my own work, and then to not include it here would be silly and self defeating.
I hope you do get something out of each and every piece. I try to always maintain a diverse array of pictures on the site so that every person may find something to connect to, on any level, in a way unique to them. If you are getting something beyond whatever “surface prettyness” there is, even if it is far from my original intent, then I am beyond happy.
Thank you.
I just found it really lame that whatever semblance of photographic knowledge I have poured over into another aspect of my life and figured you would want to laugh at me for it.
I was cutting a piece of paper but was having a hard time following the lines because I was working in the sunlight, and the window to my right was casting a hard shadow on the scissors. So I turned on my lamp and set it overhead as a fill light and now I can cut to my hearts content.
However I have little to no hand eye coordination and these will still come out crooked as fuck.
So amidst all of my not-posting new material on both the main page and the blog, I have to admit that I haven’t been completely bypassed by the whole strobist craze that has, as of late, lit (pun sort of intended) the photography world (specifically amateur photogs) ablaze. I won’t really go into what being a “strobist” is because there is more than enough of that information out there now (try strobist.com for starters), but it is an optimistic and refreshing view on the industry for up and coming photographers; democratic and liberating in it’s “fuck-needing-real-equipment-to-do-good-work” stance and bringing pseudo-professional possibilities into the hands of proletariat photographers everywhere.
One of the downsides, though, is that a lot of old, classic equipment (which is all I could afford pre and post strobist trend) has skyrocketed in price. Luckily a few things still slip under the radar of the excess of people eBay searching “vivitar 285hv” and “sb-28.” I was able to snag a new Sunpak 444d for 40 clams yesterday, and feel safe enough posting about how awesome these things are here, since I’m not nearly as popular as David Hobby and don’t see anyone flocking to these things as a result of my word any time soon.
Expect new photo uploads over the coming weeks, I’ve got a handful of locations and assignments that I’m excited about testing some new gear on. Till then!
The really, totally, wholly wonderful thing about maple syrup is that it is very much as good as its looks and smell would imply. A total fulfillment of expectation.
Has there been something akin to painterly abstraction in cinema? Where filmmakers completely disavow representational iconography or even the remotest semblance of a plot and focus purely on the qualities most intrinsic to the medium? Not just like flashing colors to music, but a real exploration of the limitations and unique properties of moving image.
I’m imagining like a de stijl / neoplasticist piece except the colors are changing, the blocks are shifting size and everything is moving around. I would sit down for a few minutes of that. Or have great and whimsical epileptic convulsions. Either or.
