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Be Open to Chance Rodney’s first (and last) shoot for Ralph Lauren. This picture was shot totally spontaneously. The experience taught me several important lessons. We had just completed a shoot for Ralph Lauren and we were driving back to New York City. On our way, the art director realized that we had yet to shoot a picture of a certain outfit. We stopped the car immediately to solve the problem. Directly outside the car was this field....continue...
The art director said we needed to shoot a picture without showing the model’s face. At first, I suggested we shoot from behind. For some reason, this was not acceptable. We had a canoe for the shoot that we had never used. Suddenly, I came up with the idea to place the canoe on top of the model’s head. This sudden thought was a combination of spontaneity, luck, and necessity. However, unbeknownst to me at the time, there was probably also something deeper at play.

For years I had placed hats on the heads of my subjects. By doing so, I obscured their heads and faces, and these pictures inadvertently became more and more surreal. This was not because I consciously or intellectually decided that’s what I wanted; rather, it was because I liked playing with the iconic image of the hat. On the one hand, it dressed people up, finished the outfit, and made them timeless. But on the other hand, it acted as this obscuring object that made the person every man, as opposed to a specific person in time and history. So, without even realizing it, I used the canoe as if it were a giant hat.

I usually spend days scouting and finding the perfect location. However, here we were obviously pressed for time, and we had to get this shot right away. We literally took the canoe off the car, and placed it in the field right where we stopped. This was a very important lesson to me. While the location is so important in my pictures and I work so hard to find the perfect place, on occasion, I can take what is given to me and make a great picture. This particular picture was totally fortuitous. We did not scout or permit the field; it was just kind of handed to me. And to this day I really like this picture.

Sometimes, days of preparation will not necessarily result in a perfect picture. I have learned over the years to try to use things to my advantage. I scout when it’s sunny, but it rains on the shoot. The model is happy at the casting, and depressed on the shoot day. The right clothes don’t arrive, etc. If you want to shoot on location, be open to the possibility of luck and chance. If this ability to not be in complete control is too bothersome, I suggest you stick to inanimate objects, landscapes, or accounting. Be open to complications and problems. I welcome the rainy day, because I never know what may grow from it.

In the end, I was told Ralph Lauren never used this picture because he claimed it was too strong for the clothes. People remembered the image over the clothing. I don’t know if that story is true, but it perhaps shows insight on the part of Ralph Lauren.

The Silent Pulse of the Morning

There is a specific kind of magic in the steam of a lever machine that no Yankee technology will ever replicate. It is not about the caffeine; it is about the gravity of the moment. Look at that gauge—the needle resting near the seven is a silent witness to the start of the world. It is the first breath of the day, cold and sharp, before the sun really takes hold.

But the true soul of the ritual emerges when the clock hits nine. That is when the bar stops being a shop and becomes a sanctuary. It is the apotheosis—the climax of our social fabric. You stand there, leaning against the counter, and in the space of a few sips, the world is rearranged. We trade family dramas for football rivalries, and whispers of gossip for genuine affection, all under the rhythmic hiss of the My Way group.

It is a Monday morning theater where everyone has a role. Between the North-South Derby debates and the secrets shared in low voices, the coffee is the glue that holds our community together. It is the letter D of devotion, of destiny, of a daily bread that is not made of flour, but of shared glances and steam. This is our heritage—not a polished image for a commercial, but a lived, breathing, slightly worn-out reality. It is the beauty of a habit that never gets old, a restricted shot of life that carries us through the week, one Tuesday and Wednesday at a time.

Yankee go Home!

Le persone intelligenti se non altro si fermano un attimo a risciatà, prendere fiato. E insieme con un supplemento d’aria nei polmoni (respirazione diaframma?) proseguono. Niente di più niente di meno, in apparenza. Sennonché queste persone, prediligiamo il maschile 'omm positiv' cu na sola faccia ché di altra pasta siam fatti, nel momento in cui raccontano la loro, dicono delle “ovvietà”. Abbiate pazienza ma nel disfacimento dell’Occidente, qui l'italiano scrivere, ha più alcun senso le parole e “ ” sono l’unico modo per fermarsi, ecco, a risciatà i neuroni.
Muoversi in giro con una fotocamera, analogica digitale qui pari sono, e una sola (niente romano dire!) lente significa? Intelligenza si è detto in incipit. Affinare lo sguardo e ri-comporre la scena con quell’ottica che si è deciso di sceglie (o è l’ottica che ti sceglie come il tutto?). Ed è altro che esercizio Zen, molto più. E’ andare al cuore delle “cose”; se poi aggiungi il mood bianconero, alè: tombola! E il colore? Vabbene pure questo chi dice di no, ma la malia del bianconero è altra cosa. Vero lo si è scritto e si ripete: Bianconero la Lingua della Fotografia (la Storia dei Maestri è tutta in bianconero non a caso che il colore esiste già dai tempi delle patate, sì, fecola Autochrome* dei francesi Lumiere; la loro industrializzazione in quanto già da prima si producevano esperimenti con “patate” più che contorno lastre, in vetro per fotografia che così si liberava, dicono, dei vincoli del bianconero e oggi se ne pagano conseguenze miliardarie della cosa via ammorbante Internet, degeneranto discendente)in maiuscolo e senza raddoppio. Non siete d’accordo, eh? Non ce ne po' fregà de meno.
In link una ben che motivato modus operandi non prima che agendi, pensate come vi pare

NB. Da tempo non lo richiamiamo il fatto che Wiki è prodotto Cia-Mossad-Pentagono fautori insieme ad altri “think tank” Unesco & Co. del Teorema Grand Reset

*Autochrome si basa sull'aggiunta di granelli di fecola di patate colorati di verde, blu violetto e arancione, e distribuiti attentamente su una lastra, senza essere sovrapposti tra di loro


https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autocromia

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I think isn’t necessary travle around the world’s for shoot a mood photography, twhen hen all subjects imaginable is possible recrate, in own town and territory where living evedy day. Seems a paradox but for who has an inside vision, firstly, is possible shoot many images like living in America, China, and any lterritory whitout moving from the city where you live every daily. Few words suffice for he who understands

Così un post di qualche giorno fa. In buona misura abbiamo elevato a paradigma universale le visuali, oggetti e quant’altro, della nostra modesta città del Sud e dintorni a palcoscenico mondiale: che parolona.
Presunzione o cosa? A dir vero né l’un e né l’altro, casomai, un affinamento della vista (da oltre cinquant’anni di pratica) ove una qualsivoglia veduta si presenti o meglio costruiamo già nella capoccia, grande piccola e mezzana (media) lo facciamo diventare un “universale” capibile da tutti: quei che voglio capire!
E le sperimentazioni in tal senso su diverse, cosiddette, piattaforme compreso sharing and furting my images (!) corrobora appieno il fatto che non c’è assoluta necessità, mettiamo, di “fotografare dal vivo” in Amerika (k kome killer) in China…Naturalmente non si parla di Muraglia o Golden Gate, ma la cosiddetta “aria” americana o da metropoli europea, eh avessi voglia…come quel autobus tipicamente londinese che è una falsa ambientazione sul Tamigi innevato!
Come dite? Ahh ma allora siete proprio fessi con il cuore: no, non avete capito. Niente trucchi tridimensionali o levatacce PShop. No. Microcosmo c’est tres chic.
D’altronde era la Scimè a ricordarci che si sa vedere con il cuore (fegato polmoni …) riesce a trasmettere - manco fossimo una radio – a gli atri, forse spectator alla Roland Barthes, visioni cui dànno credito. Intelligenti pausa verba

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Ps. Il link è la “fotografia” esatta e puntuale di quanto poco sopra detto