I want a real lived-in floor, a floor that’s seen things. Not a been-around-the-world floor, but a rode-hard floor, the kind that’s taken it on the chin and better for it. Helluva floor to walk on, that. You will do nicely.
Patient is the hunter who hunts the big game of Market Street.
The sun runs on science.
San Francisco’s new motto: “If you love the 19th century so much, why don’t you marry it?”
Graduate of the Ernest Hemingway School of Photography.
“Shoot like you mean it, kid, or don’t shoot at all.”
They come, the gunslingers, for a man called Bonds.
They say, “It’s not the size of the boat, it’s the motion of the ocean; but I wouldn’t want to be stranded at sea in a dinghy.”
I live in San Francisco and don’t have room for a yacht.
How quaint to mutter “sunny 16,” pockets full of Ilford. Don’t even remember what fixer smells like, eh sonny?
Was that not a rich payoff?
The adventure started over here, for those coming in late.
Cliffhanger! I turn over the photo in the next installment.
May I recommend that you go see Empire of Thirst in the basement of the San Francisco Public Library’s Main Branch? It closes on August 1st.
I know you, you famous!
In a shocking turn of events Elmo is now working with Araki. Maybe you weren’t so surprised, but then again, I’d like to think that my naïveté keeps me out of just this sort of situation.
about harrassing photographers...
See guys? This is what we’re trying to not do. You see a tourist and you help them. But to be honest, most of the time I see someone with a camera and try to figure out if they’re a flickr friend or a tumblr friend or neighbor. It’s unfortunate that a camera around the neck or pressed to the eye is an indicator of a tourist—where I come from, a camera means you’re keenly tuned into your environs. Or, you just spotted something that cannot be explained.
It’s the 21st century: a camera is reportage, street photography, a challenge. To say that a camera is alone the tool of the tourist is provincialism.