A warm afternoon breeze flows through my New York studio. This will be the scene for my next photo workshop September 25-30. This is my second and last workshop in New York for 2016. We’ve got one space left for potential admission. Portfolio review and Facetime interview with me required. My goal with the NYC classes is to have students shooting their individual essays as well as being introduced to top curators, editors and iconic pro photographers alike. Link in my profile here. It works. The NY loft workshops always rock it. I try to do only 4 workshops per year in various parts of the world ( next is Bangkok) but the New York class is always one to remember. The whole point of my mentoring is to help photographers find their visual “voice”. This isn’t easy and not for the feint of heart. Yet in the world of photography today absolutely imperative IF you imagine publishing a book, getting a show, or receiving a top commission. Sure you can do all those things without mentoring. Some don’t need it. Yet most people need a push, a key, and a sense of who they really are as a creative person. I don’t teach from my past. I teach for NOW. I can only mentor if I’m also doing those very things many aspire to do. Can I guarantee your success? No of course not. Yet for those who really listen to my critique and shoot their heart out and push their freedom to the limit , they stand a very good chance. I certainly give the tools to do so. My former students have a great track record. We will produce a collaborative show at the end for special invited guests from New York photo land . If you can shoot with the best, you will be noticed by the best. A fresh breeze flows.
Like everyone else I’ve had a very hard time dealing with the attack on the World Trade Center 15 years ago. Only recently have I been able to look at the pictures I took on 9/11. Shooting for Magnum I just happened to be in New York on that absolutely gorgeous September day. This photograph of a doctor from Roosevelt Hospital walks away in frustration from the horror behind him. One tower had just fallen and of course we all just waited for the second one to go. My assignment from Magnum was to stake out the hospital and wait for the injured. Nobody came. Later I got into ground zero, yet soon I rushed to Washington where another plane carrying two friends of mine from NatGeo and a group of students with them had disintegrated into the Pentagon on board AA flight 81. I was numb then and I’m numb now even writing this caption. I’m not a news photographer. Yet I was obligated to shoot news on that day and besides it’s the only thing I could actually DO. As many have reported prior New Yorkers rose high at a low point of human experience. It was after all war. Conducted directly at civilians just starting work at their offices that beautiful September day. There are more dramatic pictures than mine of 9/11. Yet this lone doctor waiting for injured that never came becomes in hindsight more poignant than some of my work at ground zero. Compared to others I was far away from the falling towers. Yet all of us have scars including those who saw it on tv. So much has happened worldwide in the last 15 years as a direct result of what we see in my photograph. I think we will see even more in the next 15. 9/11 is sadly with us forever. I long for the moments prior when I was having a jovial breakfast with my photo colleague Ira Block and the waitress came over and said ” I think a plane accidentally flew into the Trade Center”. The age of innocence was over. I’m an optimist by nature, yet it’s very hard to put a good face on the evolution of events triggered by 9/11.
About 10 minutes before Bryan, Lyla, and Michelle were to walk up into the dunes for their marriage ceremony last week, the rains came. Not just a sprinkle, but a full on tropical storm. Plans that had been made for weeks were suddenly over. The whole wedding and reception plan following was to be 90% outside. Not anymore. Yet the storm added an excitement and a bonding. Everybody piled into my house, the music cranked up, the booze flowed (etc) and well by the time there was enough of a rain break to do the ceremony it was flat out the big warm. Wonderful wonderful wedding ceremony by all accounts. It was 90F, so dancing in the rain was seriously romantic,sensuous, electric . Weeks of planning ruined? No way. The spontaneity made up for a plan tweak. Only Michelle knows what coulda shoulda woulda. For everyone else a wedding remembered forever. The vibe in the end could never have been planned. After all, magic is magic.
It’s gonna start blowing hard here in the outer banks. Within the hour we are expecting 50-80mph winds. Not too bad for down here, yet exciting nevertheless. Threatening, powerful. I love it. It’s bedtime for me, yet I won’t sleep. The Stinson cottage pictured here was once destroyed in hurricane Irene and rebuilt. Part of our family gathered for our wedding fiesta is staying in this cottage tonight. It’s on stilts and over the water. She might shake a bit, yet I’m sure all is well. It’s an all nighter for me. #happilyeverharveyobx #obx #nagshead
Michelle eyes so blue marries today Bryan , a love so true; fresh from the sea early morning light, wish I may wish I might.. #happilyeverharveyobx