Some Portraits.

In case you havent noticed, there is something about the single subject that i like alot. I find myself going through rolls of film and seeing that a majority of the scenes i shoot highlight one subject. I don’t know why this is. I was never sad and lonely as a child, wasn’t an only child, am not shy of groups or social situations…although i often shoot frames of single subjects. I call photos of these single subjects “Portraits” not “Snapshots”. A semantic distinction, yes but it also has to do with my shooting style.

When I make these portraits that i post on the blog, i dont usually feel for anything in particular. Whether it be photographs made on the street or photographs made in my home, I do not enter the situation looking to excavate a single emotion or a particular look on someones face. I think my photographs DO infact say something about the subjects in them, but that is nothing preconceived on my part. I tell my subjects nothing, give them no concrete direction and I wait for the moments that they’re guard drops. What is interesting…the process of deciding when to click the shutter is now becoming more of a reflex. I dont think about it very much anymore, and before i know it, its over. I used to constantly say to myself ‘that would have been a great shot’. that is subsiding now. Also i think im going to invest in a leicavit sometime in the future so i dont have to take the camera from my face to advance the film. I often times wish that i could immediately shoot the next frame but since i have to take the camera away, i lose frames.

anyway here we go…

thanks,

Julius

Wathcing: “Heat” I dare anyone to find a better shoot out scene, ever.

Hello family. I have been dormant here for the last few weeks but that is only because I have been busy, still shooting of course. Funny that I wrote that because if anyone knows me they know that i don’t really ever stop shooting. I have the camera with me 90% of the time and the other ten percent is when im out at bars or on the streets at night. I find that when im out at night i dont really shoot much so i keep it home. But any trip to the store, to grab lunch, dentist office, bla bla bla, its strapped around my shoulder.

Life in Los Angeles has been pretty much gravy this summer. I have had an awesome internship and just a general great time rolling around. I got some film back to last about 5-6 posts so ill start now with a couple of images. Since i’m in an LA mood here are some scenes from my dayz around the city stuff that i see when im cruzin around…i love LA.

She keeps passin me byyyyyyyy….

Awful day outside…

On the ground in the hallway of one of those $150 a month transient hotels in Downtown…

These next few photographs are of “Zulena”. I dont surely know what he was doing but I can take a guess. I was driving in hollywood and saw him walking down the street with his cape in tow, i drove around the corner, got out of the car and did the whole conversation/can i photograph you thing. With not much hesitation Zulena let me photograph him.  He said he was from Spain, i believed him because he had a strong “esspaneeth” accent and his voiced lacked bass like ALL European men who wear capes in Los Angeles. I left the situation with the hunch that he was trying to be disguised as a woman, a woman superhero with stilettos and earrings on at 6pm in July. He had no purse and kept batting his eyelashes at me. I felt like he was flirting at me, not with me. “With” implies i was flirting back. You tell that to the 30 or so people who drove by and saw him strutting his stuff for the camera. It looked much worse than it was, especially when someone looked up just as i was walking away from Zulena, that looked horrible. Real bad. Gauranteed, that person did not think “oh hey that must be a photographer making images of that lady with an adams apple just for the hell of it”. No absolutely not. That person saw my parked car, and me walking around the corner away from an alley and a man dressed as a woman in a cape. Just as i came to open the door to my car there was a whole line of cars waiting to pass at the stop sign and just like the 2pac record i looked up and saw all eyez on me…

would not have been the same in black and white.

peace out for now.