I am very late to the party… As I have also written on Chris’s essay, I have been away with a no ability to comment for the past weeks… Great top see it come together Andrew and to see that you kept working the topic. I tell you, I was familiar with your work as David used part of the story last year at Look3 and also posted some of your work on Road Trips. The good news is that your work back then was already very strong but the great news is that you have many new shots here that in my view are even stronger than the ones you had back then. Says a lot about the need to keep working and working and working a topic…I particularly like some of the new shots inside the club, closer shots to the artists, the performers..you have captured in my view better the life and soul of these Jazzmen… Where does your project stand now? Still energy to keep working it or is this getting to a natural end?? Should continue to push this one until you all get us that book of yours :):):):).

Hope to see you sometimes. Take care.

Eric

cb

Once I almost f..k with poet (she :). This is all I have common with poet or poetry.

I almost miss your slideshow!
Man… You see people… your really see all of them… mostly women but anyway.
Many photographers try to show a story in few pictures but in your work it is impossible! I love that you publish so many pictures and there are sometimes “weak” pictures!
This is REAL photography. You are like Larry Clark only close to real life. Close to everyday life.
pure photography.
keep going.
peace

your bud’
kat~

… the way you write, oh , the way you write…
the way you can write…
your ability to write…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DpUVAAUKBUw&feature=related

k/

holymamamia!

i went out running..it was 10:30pm..full moon or something like it and i did vueltas around the block, around and around and around, not a creature was stirring, not even the savage guard dogs…came back, laid right down in the grass of the park next door, laid down and stared up through the branches into the sky..the wind howled, the branches snapped and trembled, shivered and spasm’d, the pink flower bunches dressing up the roble sabanas whipped off like tops and spun downward through the dark, landing softly all around me. Next to me a dead snake. i held it, silky, shiny, supple, so slim, like a bracelet on my arm, but dead, so dead. i tucked it into the base of a tree thinking it might magically come back to life in the madrugada and be grateful that i had given it a hiding place to sleep off its coma..and then came in, thought about just going to bed..nah, made tea, fired up the Mac and to what do my wondering eyes does appear (or whatever) this, this, well, this, blast of giddy, funny, happy, groovy panos production. Tom Waits on my Ipod, i stare at this evolving celebration and am aware of my mouth just hanging open, lax, my eyes glassy eyed staring in disbelief and then laughter, bellyaching laughter erupting through my silent house, startled cats skittering under the nearest piece of furniture..Tom Waits singing about a veal cutlet coming down and assaulting his cup of coffee but the coffee wasn’t strong enough to defend itself and neither am i strong enough to fight off this assault on my soul. Panos, you are a freaking genius..your photos, the captions, the overdose of skin, smiles, flash, dazzle, cootchie-coo and tyler (county, Texas) too..ohhhhhh, manohman, those close-ups, i could smell their perfume, hear their giggles, how da hell did you get to do this thing? Studio lights? Was this sorta planned? Trust was everything.You are a man of the people, for the people, with the people. And i’ll tell ya something, it’s people like you who are the most alone. How do you figure that anyway?

Wow..what a treat..and dedicated to me..how the hell did i earn this honor? Make me just float down the hall to bed why doncha?!

my very very best congratulations..

your friend
kat~

I couldn’t stop smiling throughout the entire parade of beauties. It wasn’t just the women; it was your captions and the dear Panos energy they radiated. You go, guy!!! You are DOIN’ IT!!!

Now I’ve got to go to bed. It’s 1:20 a.m. here in the Big D ;=)

hugs
Patricia

http://picasaweb.google.com/innerspacecowpanos/ADAYINTHEHOOD?authkey=Gv1sRgCO297p7MwMygnAE#slideshow

im proud…………. gimme a minute of your time…

A DAY IN THE HOOD
A DAY IN THE HOOD
A DAY IN THE HOOD…

fresh, brand new link y’all… from last night…

http://picasaweb.google.com/innerspacecowpanos/ADAYINTHEHOOD?authkey=Gv1sRgCO297p7MwMygnAE#slideshow

ohhh..ok…i know those mountains then..my daughter rides her bike up there. It’s crazy how fast the environment changes from inland empire hot and dry to mountainous cold and snowy..you live in a wondrous place. I never saw the lake though. Hmm…next trip.

I get the lonely thing big time. i’m always alone too. Do you think a lot of photographers are like that?

Anyway, nice slideshow..thanks for being you, Panos.

best:
kat~