​The Icy Depths

I’m not shooting enough these days. Personal stuff I mean. The calendar says March 1st— but it’s been a long winter that has yet to relinquish its hold. There’s ice everywhere: thick and blue and hard as hell. That’s what happens when the weather goes from snow to rain to -20ºC in less than 24 hours. Repeatedly. It’s been the winter of broken bones.

A friend of mine—who lives in a much warmer climate—asked me how I approached street photography during these months; I replied I just...didn’t. It’s not very courageous but there you go. I just figure I’ve given enough to this season at this point in my life? Bring on warmth and colour.

Still, there’s the itch. Not enough to make me drive into Montreal and find parking and fight off the orange cones and try to remain upright...but enough for guilt to set in. So this morning I put everything aside and gave myself a challenge: express winter. Just go with it. I had grids of abstract images in mind (influenced by an old EXPO 67 book I’ll probably talk about in another post) so I grabbed the GFX 50S and the 120mm f/4 and shot both outdoors and indoors (indoors images were lit with the Godox AD200).

The guilt isn’t gone...but at least I have a few frames to show.

Have a great weekend everyone :)

P.S Some are much more courageous than I am: Eric Delorme explored Pointe-Claire in a post entitled The Village. In freezing weather. He rebooted his blog after a workshop we did together last Fall and it’s well worth visiting if you have a chance.


Shot with the GFX 50S and GF 120mm F/4 Macro OIS R WR


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Three rows, looking elsewhere.


Shot with the GFX 50S and Pentax 50mm f1.7


The Stages

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Bert shot with a bag full of Ikea items—a salad bowl as beauty dish, a shower curtain, an artificial plant...I don’t think he ever found a way to use that toilet brush though. Zack showed off the mood of light, Sara wrapped her model in fabric and Mindy revealed the world of Forbidden Tattoos. Elia took us around the globe, Kevin brought us home and Ruddy made us think about it all. Jonas, of course, made us all feel like underachievers: how the hell can this guy also be a doctor? Bloody hell. And then there was Ines and Jan and Anushka and Peter and Elke...what moves me most about Fujifilm’s presence at Photokina is this focus on photographers and their work. We all get to learn so much from everyone that returning home is almost a letdown; Jonas spoke of withdrawal in his Chronicle post this week...it’s not a bad analogy.

My set was half/half: I told a couple of stories about commercial jobs and the importance of visual exploration—then I switched to studio mode with the help of Fabian, our male model. The idea was to create five different looks, using nothing but the small Profoto A1 strobe and the included Dome Diffuser. No softbox, no umbrella...this was all about positioning the light and subject to achieve different results. Although I did cheat on the last day by bouncing it off the white wall—I wanted a different take on the cinematic look I’d done in the previous sets. Sue me ;)

A few of those images below, all processed from GFX 50S raw files using the brand spanking new Capture One Pro 11.3. Side note: Am I excited about this? Oh dear god, you have no idea. It doesn’t just work: it works WELL. Still waiting on the upcoming film simulations support, but this is already like waking from a long slumber. Any concerns I had about C1 have now evaporated completely. More on this eventually...


VARIOUS MOODS AND GRADINGS (PROFOTO A1+GFX 50S+CAPTURE ONE PRO)


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A September Newsbrief

So how have you all been? It feels like ages since I’ve spoken in a voice that was purely conversational—as opposed to the Story (capital S) inner monologue. I feel the need for a mea culpa: man did I let the blog fall by the wayside. I still have several essays to publish from the UK series as well as other more mundane episodes, stolen, as usual, from our everyday lives. Some of these have made their way to KAGE’s Chronicle 90 journaling project; others still sit on an external hard drive, waiting. It’s a common byproduct of summer months, to be scattered this way, but it seems to have been more intense this year: part fatigue, part busyness, part imposed secrecy. At some point it all blended together to create a—paradoxically—frantic standstill. Don’t even try imagining ;)

But Fall is here. On cue, the air is cooler and we can finally sleep under the covers again. And I can also share some bits of news I’d been keeping for myself.

PHOTOKINA

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Stoked about this: I’ll be leaving for Germany (via a short detour to Brussels) in a couple of weeks: I’m scheduled to speak at Photokina, on the Fujifilm Studio stage. This will be part talk, part live shoot. Very much looking forward to seeing friends out there again: it’s a really cool lineup and three of my KAGE buddies will be there as well so...beer? Perhaps a few.

If you’re planning to visit be sure to come and say hi if you get the chance.

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KAGE+DOMINIQUE SHAW

We have a new KAGE member too! Dominique Shaw has joined our ranks. We’re very excited to see her work in the months ahead. We’ve added her profile to the website and she’ll start publishing right after we end the Chronicle 90 project I just mentioned. 

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MEDIUM FORMAT MAGAZINE

Admittedly, the GFX has caused a minor seismic shift in my small corner of the universe: what began as a tentative experiment has since impacted much more of my photography than I initially thought it would. Medium Format is a new digital publication and website where, every two months, I’ll be exploring the topic through a column entitled Frailties.

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FFOTON.WALES

While in the UK last June for Kevin Mullin’s brilliant X-Weddings conference, I had the great pleasure of sitting down for an in-depth interview with Brian from Ffoton—a website and podcast based in Wales and dedicated to photography. Most interviews tend to happen through Skype these days—for obvious reasons—and there’s such a different dynamic to a casual, face to face conversation. Ideas and topics bounce off each other so much more naturally. A highly enjoyable encounter. Plus: if you’re looking to spend a few hours listening to photographers, this site will have you covered for days.

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BREATHE PICTURES

Oh and speaking of X-Weddings: that was an absolute blast. The events were a blast, the folks attending the conference and those on my workshop were a blast—and the invited photographers were...well yes, a blast. And crazy talented. This is where I met Dominique (and her brother Liam) but also Marianne Chua, Facundo Santana and Neale James. You’ll see more of these last two compadres when I get around to posting the Brighton pics...I will, promised. But I especially want to mention Neale’s new podcast: Breathe Pictures. Neale is a documentary wedding photographer, but he was once a BBC DJ. He sounds like a BBC DJ. He’s also a storyteller who has a hell of a knack for packaging shows that completely draw you in. Episode 1 is a wrap up of X-Weddings—complete with a few funny car conversations on our way to Brighton. But believe me, you’ll absolutely want to dig into the next episodes. Notably, episode 3 is with the late great Steve Shipman, who we sadly lost a few months ago.

I believe that’s it for the roundup.
Later guys

P.S We have a dog now. And a cat. Discuss...;)

Dignity & republics

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Labour Day
as summer exhales
its faint breath of wilting leaves
 & sorrow.
A final gasp
before the rush
of winds.

The kids went back to school this week, as they usually do. Life returned to its clockwork normalcy and we all settled once again into the grooves we know so well. But on Saturday I turned on the television, a little before 9:00 AM, grabbed a coffee and found a spot on the couch in our living room. I sat there for the better part of the morning, alone at times, answering questions from the girls at others—who is this daddy? What’s going on?. Jacob was playing video games. Cynthia joined me for a bit, then moved in and out.

I couldn’t budge.

I watched a nation remember its soul. I watched as the ghosts of honour, duty and dignity descended and stormed in through soft abandon, the halls echoing from voices possessed, pushing assembled men and women towards some semblance of recollection, of honesty. I watched and hoped for rebirth. How could anyone go back to business as usual after these solemn moments had passed? How could anyone justify inaction in the face of renewed cruelty and lies? Or stand-by as an abyss threatened to swallow the foundational core of their republic? I watched and hoped.

Then during a pause I loaded the cesspool that is Twitter: the vile coward hadn’t even stopped spewing hate as the rest of the world mourned. Not surprising of course. But still another drop of poison in the bloodstream.

I took these images to reconnect—with the things we‘ve lost and those we still have.
As summer exhaled.