Ha - an alternative hypothesis

I have 9 days before I leave Montreal and with it a part of myself.I’ve made a very deliberate decision not to carry my camera with me, but instead to have the movers pack it and ship it ahead of me. Which gives me 8 weeks without a camera in my hand.And I’m thinking that it might just be the FIRST 8 weeks, that my days of shooting are behind me.My camera gave me access to areas that I’d not otherwise have seen. Allowed me to have conversations that I’d never have had. To scratch a creative itch. And to allow others to really express themselves.But it also became a crutch. Something to hide behind at parties. A way to disengage. A physical barrier between me and what was happening in my life. I started to play the role of photog and forgot to be me. And so it’s time to put away the camera and to start taking delight in what I see with both eyes, not with one. Montreal gave me the freedom to be expressive and unafraid - to see things through the eyes of people younger and more interesting thanI have ever been or ever will become… and I shall forever be grateful.But now, well now it’s time to run, jump, swim and explore with my son - and not to care whether the moment is captured to be enjoyed later 
Dec 11

I have 9 days before I leave Montreal and with it a part of myself.

I’ve made a very deliberate decision not to carry my camera with me, but instead to have the movers pack it and ship it ahead of me.

Which gives me 8 weeks without a camera in my hand.

And I’m thinking that it might just be the FIRST 8 weeks, that my days of shooting are behind me.

My camera gave me access to areas that I’d not otherwise have seen. Allowed me to have conversations that I’d never have had. To scratch a creative itch. And to allow others to really express themselves.

But it also became a crutch. Something to hide behind at parties. A way to disengage. A physical barrier between me and what was happening in my life. I started to play the role of photog and forgot to be me. 

And so it’s time to put away the camera and to start taking delight in what I see with both eyes, not with one. Montreal gave me the freedom to be expressive and unafraid - to see things through the eyes of people younger and more interesting thanI have ever been or ever will become… and I shall forever be grateful.

But now, well now it’s time to run, jump, swim and explore with my son - and not to care whether the moment is captured to be enjoyed later 

Some people do more than care about how they look, they think about it. They understand that fashion has a vocabulary and a power beyond turning heads and attracting cheap attention. Montreal has more of those people than you’d imagine existed. People who only look at the “What’s in” and “What’s Out” lists so that they can grab ideas about what to mix, what to slash and what combinations might just set your average fashion feature writer’s head ablaze.
People with a style so singular it could only be theirs and yet could only come from here.
This “Rue’d Fashion” is everywhere, it’s important and it’s gaining a momentum that you feel has to be noticed by the outside world too. Yesterday evening D.Y.D.H put together a runway show that captured this movement and moment perfectly - showing the city’s raw, pulpy, poly sexual, poetic heart even as down below Forever 21 tried to sum us up as a world united by the sheen of polyester. Challenging without being tricksy, gender bending without being an 80s pastiche, current without being exclusive the D.Y.D.H show mixed without bothering to match, stomped without demanding that people get the hell out of the way and showed us a tribe united by a thought - with arms outstretched and open to all.You may not have seen the show, you probably don’t have to. This was an invitation to get out of the mall, get past the curated taste of the designer collection and to start to dig for influences of your own - if it worked you’ll be seeing some of these looks (and the looks of people inspired to make what they wear an extension of what they believe) everywhere
Aug 4

Some people do more than care about how they look, they think about it. They understand that fashion has a vocabulary and a power beyond turning heads and attracting cheap attention. Montreal has more of those people than you’d imagine existed. 

People who only look at the “What’s in” and “What’s Out” lists so that they can grab ideas about what to mix, what to slash and what combinations might just set your average fashion feature writer’s head ablaze.

People with a style so singular it could only be theirs and yet could only come from here.

This “Rue’d Fashion” is everywhere, it’s important and it’s gaining a momentum that you feel has to be noticed by the outside world too.

Yesterday evening D.Y.D.H put together a runway show that captured this movement and moment perfectly - showing the city’s raw, pulpy, poly sexual, poetic heart even as down below Forever 21 tried to sum us up as a world united by the sheen of polyester. 

Challenging without being tricksy, gender bending without being an 80s pastiche, current without being exclusive the D.Y.D.H show mixed without bothering to match, stomped without demanding that people get the hell out of the way and showed us a tribe united by a thought - with arms outstretched and open to all.

You may not have seen the show, you probably don’t have to. This was an invitation to get out of the mall, get past the curated taste of the designer collection and to start to dig for influences of your own - if it worked you’ll be seeing some of these looks (and the looks of people inspired to make what they wear an extension of what they believe) everywhere

Lots of things in flux here at the moment, but I’m hanging on to the fact that whatever it is that happens over the next month or so shouldn’t result in harm to anyone, so isn’t really worth worrying over.That said I’ve noticed that a lot of my pics are doing the swan thing - graceful on top yet peddling furiously below the surface. I have a lot of glossy images in front of scenes of dereliction for example.Maybe this is all therapy after all? 
Jul 25

Lots of things in flux here at the moment, but I’m hanging on to the fact that whatever it is that happens over the next month or so shouldn’t result in harm to anyone, so isn’t really worth worrying over.

That said I’ve noticed that a lot of my pics are doing the swan thing - graceful on top yet peddling furiously below the surface. I have a lot of glossy images in front of scenes of dereliction for example.

Maybe this is all therapy after all? 

i think i have a new favorite place to shoot….
Jul 13

i think i have a new favorite place to shoot….

When your references are older than the people you’re working with you know that you’re in trouble. I was thinking “Labelled with love” during this shoot - raising eyebrows and question marks from all of the people around me. But I am really quite obsessed with the idea of what people looked like, felt and did in their prime. I hate obit pictures that show grandma at 92, not at 22. I love hearing from people at a low point about their happiest times, or from the elderly about when they felt most beautiful.We used to keep those moments around our necks and close to our hearts in lockets and brooches… now they live digitally, hidden away amongst the ever growing  number of facebook pics we have.There’s money to be made for the person who finds a modern way to freeze time at the moments that will later define us
Jul 11

When your references are older than the people you’re working with you know that you’re in trouble. I was thinking “Labelled with love” during this shoot - raising eyebrows and question marks from all of the people around me. 

But I am really quite obsessed with the idea of what people looked like, felt and did in their prime. I hate obit pictures that show grandma at 92, not at 22. I love hearing from people at a low point about their happiest times, or from the elderly about when they felt most beautiful.

We used to keep those moments around our necks and close to our hearts in lockets and brooches… now they live digitally, hidden away amongst the ever growing  number of facebook pics we have.

There’s money to be made for the person who finds a modern way to freeze time at the moments that will later define us

This morning I was submitting a proposal to a publisher and I started to think about how hard it is to find real diversity anymore. The internet has managed to sort, segment and ghetto-ize us all… sorting us by preference, size, sexuality, body art and the like - lumped together with people who look like us in a playground built for a person of a particular persuasion.
What I’m looking to do is build a compendium of shapes, sizes, sexualities and persuasions - all linked by confidence.
Here’s hoping I get some funding
Jul 5

This morning I was submitting a proposal to a publisher and I started to think about how hard it is to find real diversity anymore. The internet has managed to sort, segment and ghetto-ize us all… sorting us by preference, size, sexuality, body art and the like - lumped together with people who look like us in a playground built for a person of a particular persuasion.

What I’m looking to do is build a compendium of shapes, sizes, sexualities and persuasions - all linked by confidence.


Here’s hoping I get some funding

I spend most of my time with people way hotter than I am. WAAAAAY hotter. And as my decline into middle age (the hair, the poundage, the ‘it fits’ styling) accelerates the gap just widens.I used to bridge some of the gap with fashion, a statement saying ‘i’m not as attractive as you, but I understand this world and I could be a part of it’ but these days I use my invisibility to place myself amongst the beauty - and try to capture it.Old and ugly isn’t great , but I’m doing what I can with it 
Jul 2

I spend most of my time with people way hotter than I am. WAAAAAY hotter. And as my decline into middle age (the hair, the poundage, the ‘it fits’ styling) accelerates the gap just widens.

I used to bridge some of the gap with fashion, a statement saying ‘i’m not as attractive as you, but I understand this world and I could be a part of it’ but these days I use my invisibility to place myself amongst the beauty - and try to capture it.

Old and ugly isn’t great , but I’m doing what I can with it 

It was COLD when we shot this, by a frozen lake in Vermont with ice slushing and cracking like our fingers. But I like the woods womany feel of it. I’ve not shot artists in a while, tomorrow I will. I’m excited
Jun 15

It was COLD when we shot this, by a frozen lake in Vermont with ice slushing and cracking like our fingers. But I like the woods womany feel of it. I’ve not shot artists in a while, tomorrow I will. I’m excited

My friend Les is one of those people who can build you just about anything. He’s good with his hands, as my mom would have said. And this one proves it.
For my 40th birthday my wife, together with the monied friends I have, bought me gallery space, printing and framing. I decided to shoot the people I loved the most, on the mezzanine of my apartment. Jude was about 8.5 months pregnant and we were all knee deep in pizza as people piled in, with costumes, make-up, hair extensions and big ideas. And Les helped them all. He’d pulled together looks, he’d helped build sets, he was about 40% of everything that happened. Come the end of the night I wanted to shoot him too.

He said ‘I have no costume, do you have any paper?’

So I tore off a strip from the white background paper we’d all been walking on, handed him scissors and tape and 15 minutes later we took this shot. I do love the people I know here 
Jun 8

My friend Les is one of those people who can build you just about anything. He’s good with his hands, as my mom would have said. And this one proves it.

For my 40th birthday my wife, together with the monied friends I have, bought me gallery space, printing and framing. I decided to shoot the people I loved the most, on the mezzanine of my apartment. 

Jude was about 8.5 months pregnant and we were all knee deep in pizza as people piled in, with costumes, make-up, hair extensions and big ideas. And Les helped them all. He’d pulled together looks, he’d helped build sets, he was about 40% of everything that happened. 

Come the end of the night I wanted to shoot him too.

He said ‘I have no costume, do you have any paper?’

So I tore off a strip from the white background paper we’d all been walking on, handed him scissors and tape and 15 minutes later we took this shot. I do love the people I know here

 

Another moment in Montreal
Jun 8

Another moment in Montreal