Garry Winogrand

in regards to a request to use his pictures for a work on the history of street photography...

"There's no such thing as street photography and even if there were, it isn't what I do...I photograph animals. That's it! If you want to do a history of zoo photography, I'll participate."

"...who we are and what we feel and what is to become of us just doesn't matter. Our aspirations and successes have become cheap and petty. I read the newspapers, the columnists, some books, I look at the magazines. They all deal in illusions and fantasies. I can only conclude that we have lost ourselves, and that the bomb may finish the job permanently, and it doesn't matter, we have not loved life."

o joy

Decisive Moment

photos from my decisive moment assignment last year

Abstraction

photos from my abstraction assignment last year

chelsea called me up a couple of days ago to help her out with a couple of photos she wanted to shoot

so many cameras

art fag

arting out

another camera

so many hangers

so much camera equipment and water bottles

we went to UD for the day. fuck college campus towns

supplies

glamour nana

The Sugarplums at The Moonstone Art Center

caught a ride up with rachel, matt, and alex to philly cause the sugarplums were playing a show there

matt was overwhelmed by the city of brotherly love

this was the venue

2/4 of the sugarplums

another 1/4, but where's the las 1/4?

there's rachel parking ticket she got after bein in philly for alittle over 15 minutes

ah there we go 4/4

scott churchman was the first band

the mc for the night killed it pretty much

sugarplums

after they finished their set we all went to get various tallboys...none containing alcohol

the last band was junkers, they were pretty sick

been spendin waaaay too much time with chelsea.

this time spent with chelsea consists of...

gear shopping

this song

photography shit

sweet tea

nice home cooked authentic itallian meals

late night chick-fil-a runs...

complete with ketchup stains on pants

random trips to the train station to look for stupid hidden magnets from stupid photography blogs...

which we never found by the way

her puttin flowers in my hair

and finally grocery shopping