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New York

Saturday, March 13th, 2010

It’s dense with people.  It’s dense with energy.  And it’s dense with a strange, seductive creative impulse - a spirit which seems to imbue the very concrete and bricks of the physical place itself.  It’s the most amazing place.

I’m talking, of course, about New York City.

Strangely, I had never been.  What a regret.

But better late than never.  Late last year Thorsten Overgaard, a professional photographer from Denmark whose work I admire, announced that he would be doing a photo seminar in New York in March.  I figured if I signed up it would force me to make that visit I had put off too long.

So I did, and it did.

It’s funny.  Even for those of us who have never seen it, New York City is such an integral part of the consciousness of most American’s.  It holds such an important place in our culture.  But if you’re like me, never having been, you have this kind of amorphous vision of the place.

Like any good tourist, I bought a guide book to the city.  Cheesy as it sounds, that was actually an excellent entree into what’s what.  I bought a map of Manhattan and began studying that - almost like memorizing a track map before showing up at a new racetrack.  I was delighted to find that the city is eminently approachable.  All you need is a good pair of walking shoes.

Their reputation for brusqueness notwithstanding, I found New Yorkers to be nothing but warm and friendly.  They make their city a place in which you want to stay.

And the city itself - it has everything save the space to shoot a rifle or run a motorcycle at speed.  Almost anything else you can imagine is right there at your fingertips.  It’s an adult playground.

It’s a serious place.  The energy that pervades it derives, I suspect, from the limits of the real estate itself.  Twenty three square miles ain’t a lot.  Which accounts for the rising-into-the-sky impetus of the city.  And the sheer density of people.

As you might expect in a place of such rarified ground, it’s an expensive place.  Everything costs.  But what struck me is that it’s also probably the most intensely capitalistic place on earth.  Want to open a [fill in the blank] shop?  Fine.  Just know that there are probably six others of those already within a 5-minute walk.  Mediocrity is rewarded with a quick exit.  And success depends upon continual reinvention.  And because of that what’s left, what’s there at any point in time, has the sheen of robust substance.

It’s a very cool place.

Mostly, mostly I was amazed at the energy, the creative impulse that lives there.  You sense it everywhere, lying just beneath the surface.  You see it in the velocity of movement, in the pace of life.  You see it in the diversity of everything, in the rich multiplicity of possibility. That’s the thing, I think, that gets under your skin.  That’s the viral contagion that makes you want to go back.  That makes you never want to leave.

You can’t really begin to take the measure of a place in four days, of course.  All you can do is get a taste.  But I’ll be back.  Most definitely.

new york at dawn

new york at dawn

world trade center

world trade center

9/11 was an awful day for everyone, of course.  But when you wander along where it actually happened - lower Manhattan is not that large - it gains a visceral charge.  This is the now-being-constructed One World Trade Center, built upon the ruins, the hole, that once was the old World Trade Center.

hotel chelsea

hotel chelsea

I stayed at the Hotel Chelsea, a building erected in 1883.  Mark Twain, O Henry, Bob Dylan, Allen Ginsberg, Eugene O’Neill, Thomas Wolfe, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Patti Smith, William Burroughs, Arthur Miller, Leonard Cohen and William de Kooning are among the luminaries who have stayed there over the years.  Dylan Thomas died there.  Sid Vicious stabbed his girlfriend to death there.  Arthur C. Clarke wrote 2001:  A Space Odyssey while living there.  And Jack Kerouac wrote On The Road while staying there.

The hallways are filled with art and photography.

new york subway

new york subway

New York is probably the only major city in the world where one can easily get by without a car.  Despite being obviously older than most, their mass transit system does exactly what such a system should - quickly and efficiently whisking people wherever they want to go.  Any time of day or night.  Anywhere in the city.  For not much money.

DC’s Metro system should take a few cues.

central park

central park

It was a miracle.  Carving out a huge chunk of some the most valuable real estate on earth and setting it aside simply as a recreational pleasure for its inhabitants.  And yet that’s exactly what happened.  Central Park, in its own way, is every bit as amazing as the city in which it resides.

More images from my visit can be seen in New York City, 2010

Arlington

Sunday, January 3rd, 2010

If my Picture of the Week attempts are too often characterized by seven days having gone by with too little photography and too few pictures to choose from, well, every now and then the reverse is true.  I go somewhere and get a bunch of shots I like and wish I could post more than one.  So it was this week, when I headed out to Arlington one evening just as dusk was falling. It was cold.  But not bleak.

This was the image I chose.  But I’d have been just as happy to post these others, images which are related. They all speak to much of the same thing, but in different ways.

tomb of the unknowns

tomb of the unknowns

fresh grave

fresh grave

the wreaths of autumn

the wreaths of autumn

eternal flame

eternal flame

Time Passes

Thursday, December 31st, 2009

It happens slowly.  So you don’t often notice it.  But every now and again you look in the mirror and there’s a moment of quiet dissonance.  Inside, you’re still that same young guy you’ve always been.  Same belief in your ability to do things.  Same yearning to go on this trip or head out on that adventure.  Same everything.

So who the hell is that fifty-something guy staring back at you?

Charis Wilson died a few weeks ago.  She was the young woman who once took up with Edward Weston, the renowned 20th-century photographer, back in the thirties.  She was 28 years his junior.  She was sexually adventurous.  And he immortalized her in a bunch of his images.

When I watched Eloquent Nude, the documentary of their relationship, I had a hard time seeing the young woman I’ve so long thought was so sensual… inside the face of that 93-year-old woman in front of the camera.

But she was in there, I’m sure.  Wondering what the hell happened.

She was a smart young woman.  And she wrote with a polished intimacy that is a pleasure, these many years later, to read.  It was her words, not Edward’s, that got him the Guggenheim grant in 1937.  And it was her descriptive passages that graced the pages of California and the West, the book chronicling their 2-year road trip to get the images allowed by that grant, and which lead to that book.

Published in 1940, it’s been out of print forever.  I found an old copy, a bit the worse for wear.

It was a very different world back then.  And, yet, you read her words and you look at his pictures and suddenly you realize… it really wasn’t that different after all.

california and the west

california and the west

page one

page one

Of Leicas and Celebrities

Saturday, November 28th, 2009

Leica M rangefinder cameras are easily my favorite type of camera.  Mostly manual, they harken back to a time when you had to be rather deliberate about one’s photographic technique.  Even their M8 and M9 digital equivalents today require a degree of engagement that is anathema to most DSLR shooters.  Exposure?  What’s that?  What do you mean it doesn’t have an autofocus button?  You mean I have to actually focus the lens by hand?!

I also like Natalie Merchant.  I liked her music long before I found that she herself is a connoisseur and practitioner of the fine art of rangefinder photography.  I liked her even more once I discovered that little bit of personal trivia!

Here’s a shot I took a few years back, while she was out with what I think was her M3.  I’m not sure what kind of film she was shooting - but the shot of mine was on Tri-X, developed in Xtol.

And, no, it’s not what you think…

Natalie Merchant & Her Leica M

Natalie Merchant & Her Leica M

The Cost of Leica

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

One of the new members on the Leica forum (http://www.l-camera-forum.com/leica-forum/) I occasionally frequent posed the excellent question of how - given the high cost of Leica cameras and lenses - anyone other than professionals can justify their cost.  He received a number of thoughtful replies.  Here was mine.

It’s a slippery slope. After years of enjoying an SLR/DSLR, you look at all those timeless, iconic images taken with Leica rangefinders and all the great photographers who used them and you begin to wonder what all the fuss is about. So you decide to give it a little go. Just one Leica M body and a single lens. You probably buy them used.

After a few days, you suddenly realize that this strange rangefinder thing is kind of cool. It’s a heck of a lot easier carrying around your new Leica than that big, clunky SLR. And that one Leica lens you’ve got sure does render some really nice images. They have a crispness and a definition and a look that’s, well… just hard to describe.

Mostly, though, you find that using that M camera is just different. You start to see the world through a window, instead of through a tunnel. And that soon starts to be reflected in your images themselves. They are somehow subtly different from how they were before.

You’re quite pleased by all this. But there’s something that still nags at you, there in the back of your mind. That single prime that you’ve been using brings a freedom, sure. You love the simplicity it brings. It’s a revelation after all those years of using a zoom on your SLR. But, still, there are times you wish you had a different focal length. And so after awhile you start idly looking around. You visit Ebay and Craigslist and the Leica internet stores. You wander down to your local camera shop and look at that silver Lux behind the glass in their display case. You shake your head at all this. It’s way too expensive. And, heck, you’re just an amateur, a simple guy who does this for fun.

But you keep thinking about those images. The one’s you’ve gotten since you got into this rangefinder thing. You can’t get them out of your mind. And you can’t ignore the belief that you’ve become a better photographer for it.

And so you spring for that second lens.

And there it starts. You’re down the hill and gone.

Leicas are expensive cameras. Always have been. Always will be. They call to only a few. But if you’re among those few, you’ll find a way.

Leica M6

Leica M6

The Death of Kodachrome

Sunday, July 19th, 2009

It was my favorite film for years and years.  Now it’s gone.

You knew it was coming, of course.  Kodak sold off the complex developing process many years ago.  And then the number of labs which processed it got less and less, until in recent years there was only one lab in the entire world which developed it.

Mostly, of course, people just didn’t shoot it anymore. I don’t blame Kodak.  It’s hard to make a business out of a product that people love, but no longer use.

And so now it’s official.  Kodachrome is no more.

What we’re left with is the memory of a film so fantastic that it lasted 70 years.  From the very beginning of color film.  Until the age of digital.  It was the one and only film technology that did not get superceded by something better.

That, and countless amazing images.

Every now and then we’re blessed with remarkable weather for a day or two on our motorcycle trips into West Virginia.  Days when the humidity is so low and the air is so clear and the sun shines so brightly and the sky is such a deep shade of blue that the mountains have an etched-in-stone look.

“A Kodachrome Day,” you whisper, looking up in awe.

So long old friend…

Kodachrome

Kodachrome

A Memory in Chalk

Friday, May 15th, 2009

Many years ago Jay and I stopped by the monthly meeting of PARR - the Potomac Area Road Riders.  We were avid riders and figured it might be fun and interesting to meet other similarly addicted fellows.

Alas.  After 15 minutes of talking about hot dogs for some upcoming event - how the hell do you talk about hot dogs for 15 minutes?! - Jay and I looked at each other, faintly shook our heads, and quietly sidled on out of there.

Those were definitely not our sort of motorcycle people.

I have forsworn organized motorcycle “clubs” ever since.

At least until now.

A few weeks ago I joined the local Fairfax HOG chapter.  And a few days later I took part in my first HOG ride - one out to Antietam battlefield.  I was very impressed both by how that ride was managed and the generally high competence I observed in the riders.

A couple evenings ago I stopped by for the monthly chapter meeting at Patriot HD.  Everyone was very friendly.  And although there was a brief discussion about all the upcoming events, there wasn’t a single mention of hot dogs!

As you might imagine, being the closest major Harley dealer to Washington, D.C., means that Patriot HD is significantly involved in the annual Rolling Thunder extravaganza.  There was a lot of discussion about that.

I won’t be partaking in any of that, of course.  I’ll be heading westward instead with my Chicken Run buddies for our annual Memorial Day weekend trip into West Virginia.

But in keeping with the theme of Rolling Thunder, here’s one more image from my visit to the Vietnam Memorial a couple weeks ago.

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a memory in chalk

How I Came to This

Saturday, May 9th, 2009

The idea of a blog is not recent.  Nor did it start with me.  Nearly a decade ago I came across a really interesting photography site - www.davebeckerman.com.  Dave is a street photographer who lives in New York city.  I found his site fascinating not just because of the excellent photography - which it is - but also because he maintained a daily, online journal which presented his thinking around a whole range of mostly-photography-related issues.  Dave had been working in IT, making good money, and then did what most of us only fantasize about - he ditched all that to follow his art.  His online journal (the word ‘blog’ had yet to be conceived) provided a remarkable insight into everything - his struggles (many), the cameras, film, and developers he used, his first forays into digital (and then back to film, and then back to digital), his evolution from the wet darkroom to digital printing, and basically the whole struggling-artist thing.  His honest commentary was a rare glimpse into something special.

As good as his photography is (Dave is the only photographer I’ve ever purchased a print from), it was that online journal of his that kept people coming back to his website (Dave migrated to a blog a few years back - you can find it at: dbeckerman.wordpress.com/).  And so when I ended up between jobs myself after the dot-com bust in 2001, I decided to take Dave’s cue and maintain an online journal of my own - one dedicated to motorcycles.  Alas, although I had registered a domain (www.jeffreyhughes.net) and secured a hosting provider, I never got around to actually building the site.  The “online” journal I maintained for nearly two years remained locked in a Word file on my computer, never published.

It would be five years before I’d finally get around to setting up that website.  And “The Motorcycle Diaries”, as I came to call that memoir I created back in 2001-2003, never made it.

In the meantime, the world of blogging exploded.  Everyone does it now.  Including, apparently, me.

As I mentioned yesterday, this will be something of a work in progress.  But the one thing I’ve long noticed about my website is that whereas it’s fine for the major stuff I do - going on a trip and taking a bunch of pictures that I later want to put up in a web gallery, or sitting down and writing an essay on something - there’s not been a good way to present the smaller, one-off, casual, more frequent, ad hoc kind of stuff.  I’m expecting this blog might provide a venue for that kind of thing.

As an example, last weekend I went downtown to take some pictures.  The one I most liked made it in my PAW (Picture of the Week - www.jeffreyhughes.net/photography/2009_PAW/2009_paw.html#the_wall).  But there was another image I liked, as well.  Only I didn’t have any really appropriate place to post it.

Now I do.

Boys at the Wall

Boys at the Wall