Savage Beauty

So here's a silly shot from Monday night.  I used the new Canon 5D with a TELEPHOTO lens.  I never use telephoto lenses.  I'm a prime guy.  And this was auto focus, auto exposure, auto everything.  I just framed and pushed the button.  I had some raffia in the studio and a bunch of things I've collected on my worldly travels.  Same two strobes I've been using with the Storyville shoot.  Of course, this is not what the image looks like coming out of the camera, but it certainly looked fine.  For anyone wondering, I work this digital image about as long as I work a Polaroid.  There is nothing quick about digital if you are going to do it right .

What does the photo mean?  Nothing.  Nothing at all.  But when I look at it, I think, "Hey, I could do the stuff you see in magazines."  With a stylist, hair and makeup person. . . . ??????????  What do I know of such things.  I just think that I can make pictures.  Maybe any kind.

Besides--what is the purpose of A-R-T?  To educate OR entertain!  Surely somebody is entertained by this.  I can't be the only one.

Soon it will be me, Paris, and what's-her-name, the one who keeps drinking and driving and going to jail, you know, the one Playboy just shot as M.M.  Yes m'am.  We'll all be skiing together in Aspen.

Speaking of which, I leave for Salt Lake City on Friday.  A quick trip to the Mormon temple and some genealogy work, then off to Park City for Sundance and skiing.  I'm worried.  I haven't skied in like fifteen years.  I'm preoccupied with getting everything together and into a bag.  I don't even remember what cold is.  Hats, gloves, thermal underwear, goggles, outerwear. . . all so I can sit in the lodge and drink.  People will know me.  Everything I have is fifteen years old.  What colors!

I swear, I swear, soon I will do some serious photos.  But you try posting something daily.  For years and years.  For free and with only your own resources.  Only an egomaniac or neurotic madman would do something like that.