During these long stretched weekends, San Francisco almost turns into a ghost town seeing how everyone is in a rush to search for better weather. It’s these times where you can just walk around with nothing but you and homeless people that give this city the most character. What compelled me to go towards 6th Street just to see graffiti is totally beyond me. Luckily it was not all for nothing.
You wouldn’t believe how many times I have drawn my own characters similar to these ones on this wall. They are almost relics from graffiti’s past from the golden ages of subway art. The big hats, the large hands with the spray paint in hand, the elf like ears and the skin tight pants with the loose sock shoes.
A little bit of charity work was thrown my way last week as I humbly helped my cousin shoot some photos with his pregnant wife and kid. Obviously not a total strong point in my photography skills but it help me learn a lot as far as knowing how to accommodate natural light and other unforeseen complications.
And speaking of Lango, another pain filled 3 hours as I went in for my 2nd session on Friday just adding more color to the belly, hands and flame. Still tons of work to go but things are starting to look a lot more solid then last time.
Check this shit out. Do yourself a favor and attend art shows the day after it’s opening. It’s like scoring a pound of meth without even trying. You see any lines? Drunken skaters sipping their PBRs in your face? Fuck no! Just me, my dick, my camera and the nice curator already waiting inside.
Now when I say this wasn’t as epic as his last show in SF, I am not entirely insulting Jeremy fish‘s new set of work. He did put on one hell of a pony show that year. Caramelized wooden panels, massive caricatured animal busts, a translucent window to a bar of the 60′s and to top it all off, a big fat cutout of a bear sipping on some home brew. It stretched lengths I have never seen in a show before and remains to be my favorite to this very day.
This year was more of a culmination of works that we’ve seen in past prints for rock posters to the very hand drawn designs for his clothing line “SuperFishal“. Disappointed wouldn’t be the word I would use but I just wasn’t as mesmerized as the time before. Still, I have to point out that Mr. Fish is technical as ever and his mastery in his penmanship can only be mimicked from that of a copy machine or fellow SF artists Mike Giant. It’s seriously top notch perfection.
It’s kind of nice testing out a lens knowing you don’t have to buy it before hand. All the photos above were shot in one day with this Nikkor 12-24mm f/4G. Time to send it back to the stores. Just not worth the cost.
People say a person’s photography is measured by their composition. You see, the reason why photographer’s hate fisheye photos is how it lacks a sense of creativity within your subject matter and it’s surroundings. Shooting with it is as simple as this, shoot what you see and atmospherical bend will literally take care of there rest. To cut shit to the point, my two straight lenses were “ganked” upon my lack of supervision, so this blog will now be a 100% fisheye photos.