From the desk of ONE PICTURE PRODUCTIONS (literally) Here’s how my mind (or eye) moves through the picture; or at least what it wants to understand. Here’s the original full shot – in black &[…]
There’s very little irony here, that’s why it isn’t a particularly good picture. Also I should crop it so you could at least read the pathetic sign he’s holding. Plus on top of all that’s[…]
I’ll admit, I’ve been fascinated by the whole idea of eyebrow threading since I first ran across it on a guy wearing a sandwich board about eyebrow threading. I googled it and found out what[…]
I thought I’d save you the dollar that Zoltan wants for his guidance. So I paid several dollars to hear him pontificate, and I tell you, he is a wise machine. I’ve transcribed most of[…]
Nothing is planned on these outings. I think it’s the surprises that keep you going back. Nothing is ever the same, no matter how many times you go there. You know – that “you can’t[…]
One thing (at least) that you should know about me, was that I have really seen both sides of the “male height” phenomena. In Junior High School, I was the 2nd shortest kid in home[…]
If you tell someone that you’re a photographer, the first thing they’ll ask is what you photograph. I photograph whatever interests me. Many times I don’t even know until years later why I went through (for example) my infrared film period, or making giga prints that can be measured in feet. For years I simply walked down the two flights of stairs from my apartment, went outside, and followed by nose.
My fine art prints have been collected, displayed in galleries around the world, and seem especially well-received in New York City.
“The photograph exists whether anyone liked it or not. Whether anyone saw it. No matter. It existed. It was complete. Photographs don’t need a committee of vice-presidents to give their approval. It was that freedom to wander around New York City, and discover the city that intrigued.” — Dave Beckerman, 1994
When I first saw this sign outside my apt. door, I thought it was funny. But as I passed it several times during the day, I began to feel some sympathy for the author. I[…]