Every year, around November or December, people around the globe start to talk about how they are going to better themselves upon the magical stroke of midnight. As if at this hour the planets will align, the cosmos bursting with radiant energy and gravity becomes merely an idea . . . all for their miraculous new year that lies ahead.
I CALL BULLSHIT!
IMHO, resolutions stink of beef and cheese (Elf reference). Ok, beef and cheese are probably two of my favorite aromas. Bad reference but I sure do love that movie.
Where were we?
Ahhh. The infamous New Year's Resolution. IMHO, they stink of laziness and procrastination.
Join me today with a journey of inspiration, some unnecessary vulgarity and by popular request, me, as rumored, wearing my favorite new bow tie.
Happy 2015 people!
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Currently, It may or may not be called, Dudes Drinking In The Studio.
Why? Why not?
On occasion, I have a friend or two over to the Fishtown digs and once the spirits begin to flow, the DiBruno's cheeses begin to disappear and the sounds of Jack White begin to vibrate the walls, I know it's time to document who passes through.
Recently, Poppa Murph made his way through the studio.
That's right. Poppa Murph. My father, Tom Murphy. Funny thing. Growing up I always thought his full name was Murph Murphy. What did I know? Everyone called him Murph so that must have been his full name.
Sitting at the MacBook Pro, fish sauce is dripping down my chin and pork skin falling to my lap from my Vietnamese leftovers. Sticky fingers bang away at these keys as I try to focus on the task at hand that is today's post.
Today, I'd like to elaborate that although some of my photos may be pretty or cool, the road to their successes aren't quite as glamorous.
You don't need a Swiss bank account and a truckload of Profoto packs to create awesome environmental portraits.
Wait a minute. Something just doesn't feel right about this photograph. Sure, it follows all the rules of composition and exposure and queue the voice of Charlie Brown's teacher, Mrs. Donovan.