Reflecting on a Year That Was…
Exhilirating, wonderful, terrible, splendorific, exhausting, eye opening, heartbreaking, loving, ground shaking, world traveling, beautiful, ugly, wondermous, and more.
It’s rare that I publicly discuss the fact that I don’t drink or do drugs - as the result of having overdone it in my younger days. Really the only time I do is on the anniversary of the date I got sober, which is today. Five years ago today I made a decision that allows me the life I have today. I’m not a person who thinks that this is the way for everyone, simply one who knows it is the way for me. I cannot imbibe alcohol or other substances without abusing them, I’ve tried. Just the way my brain works. When I’m actively drinking or using, I hear it’s not much fun to be around me, I can’t say I’d disagree with that sentiment. Onward and upward, five years sober.
I’m in Los Angeles for the first time on this date in a while. As is part of the amazing life I lead, I travel for work. Last year on this date I was at the Saddledome in Calgary, CAN with Porcelain Black on the Lil Wayne I’m Still Music Tour. It was a great day, filled with love and road family. It was also the last day of the tour. While it was a wonderful experience to turn four somewhere that wasn’t home, in another country, I’m grateful to be home this time, as it allows me to celebrate with some of those closest to me.
Each year I find that I look back and see the growth I hear others speak of. I can however say that my fifth year was one of those that was more intense and presented more life lessons than the others. I went on tour in a new genre (as I’ve mostly worked in rock), I fell in love, I fell out of love, I lost some people, I gained some people, I lost the light of my life (my sweet angel Snoopy), I found perspective on things I had not had before, I found better direction in my art, I found myself. For some reason, more so than I’ve ever felt before, I feel truly at home with me.
I mended some fences and broke some others (hey, I’m not perfect). I’ve formed new bonds and made a clean break from others. I’ve rediscovered old friends and made new ones. I’ve had my heart broken and had it mended. I’ve found that some wounds will never totally heal. I’ve missed people and places. I’ve moved back and forth across the country. I’ve found new appreciation for my old home and new appreciation for my adopted home. I still have a few simple beliefs that make my day go OK no matter what life throws my way.
I’ve figured out my driving force in my work, and I’ve found a family that fills the void of the one that’s so far way - almost. I am extremely grateful to everyone who contributes to the love I feel every day in my life. I am grateful that I am still alive, and that I didn’t have to go the route that so many who struggle with alcohol and addiction do. I’m grateful for the presence of a strong woman in my life who’s sober longer than I that I look to for guidance, I’m grateful that for five years she’s been that guiding light. I’m grateful for my parents who’ve loved me and encouraged me through thick and thin, who never turned their backs on me, even when I probably deserved it, who were there to love me when I was finally able to admit I had a problem. I’m grateful that I know that though it’s been five years, that I simply have today, that if I ever lose sight of that, the alternative awaits me. I’m grateful that I do what I love for a living, I’m grateful that I get to document the world and let the images in my head out. Today, I’m simply grateful.
Camaraderie in Photography - Part 1
I had the pleasure, and the joy, of photographing my beautiful friend Colleen today (well, I suppose that’s yesterday now). Aside from being exceptionally fun and easy to shoot, as well as stunning, she’s also a photographer. My experience in shooting other photographers has fallen in to one of the following categories every time:
We set out on our day of photographer nerddom with one goal in mind, to photograph each other. I have to say that on the receiving end she’s fantastic at giving direction and very understanding of her subjects. I’m very picky about who photographs me, not because I’m a snotty bitch - though that’s possible, but because I’m just a grump who prefers to be behind the lens. We had a lot of fun and wrapped our day with sushi at one of my favorite spots in West LA. Though this lady is a fairly recent addition to my life, I can absolutely say I and my quality of living is better for her being a part of it.
You can find your way to all things Colleen here:
TUMBLR: http://myfavoritealias.tumblr.com/
SITE: http://colleenallison.wordpress.com/
TWITTER: http://www.twitter.com/myfavoritealias
Working for David LaChapelle
I went to a party last night for my friend Garret who was the one who hired me at DLC Studios West and it occurred to me that I’ve never really written/talked about working for David LaChapelle. Working for David was a whirlwind experience. Sometimes when I look back on it that year was eternal, and sometimes it was the shortest of my life. I had been on the road steadily with a few bands for a couple years when a friend of mine came up to me and said “Hey I know you have like a job job but would you be interested in interning for David LaChapelle?”. I would have cut off a limb to work there. It turned out my friend had a friend who worked at the studio and they were looking for interns.
When I first arrived at his studio I rang the doorbell and walked into a cavernous space at a building with a nondescript exterior. There was neon on the walls in this big beautiful space and I was ushered in to an office - with more neon. I recognized the rainbow on the wall as being from the Mariah Carey album shoot for her album, Rainbow. A guy about my age was sitting at the desk, which surprised me, his name was Garret. We talked for a while about what would be required and what I’d been doing with my life in photography. My first day was a week later.
During my two week trial period David was out of town, when asked to show up twice a week I asked if I could come more, when told to get there at 10:00AM I asked if I could come earlier, when told I was done at 6:00PM I asked to stay later. This was how I functioned during the entirety of my internship, I was there most days unless I was ill. My first big task was transferring all VHS of David’s press to Digi Beta so that it could be cut together into a reel for his site. I spent two days till the wee hours of the morning in a small room at a post production house in Culver City watching every public word that had ever been recorded out of David’s mouth.
I was grateful that David wasn’t in town. I don’t often get “star struck” in my line of work, though I’ve met some pretty amazing people, with him it would be different. When I started shooting in high school I fell in love with black and white, I didn’t feel that color photography could capture the same emotions and contrast, or have the same “pop” that black and white did. One day when my mom and I were in our local Borders Books we stopped in the photography section, I picked up a book called “Hotel LaChapelle”, and my head exploded. Through David’s understanding and use of light, the colors in his photographs took his statements and shouted them from the rooftops. The images seem to burst forth from the pages and come to life. I bought my first pack of good color film that day, and a few weeks later the book was mine.
Meeting him was something I was absolutely terrified of. After my trial period at the studio ended I was informed that they’d like me to stay. I then began work on a project that would ultimately consume the bulk of my time there, working on the archives. At the time they were just making a list, accounting for everything that was housed at the Los Angeles Studio. Old prints, negatives, magazines, album covers, advertisements, exhibits, books, etc. It was like heaven.
The first day I met David I could barely talk, let alone remember mundane details like my name. He walked in wearing a white t-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a trucker hat, backpack thrown over his shoulder. This is his uniform. He was loud and boisterous, and very nice. We were preparing for what would be my first shoot at the studio, Lady GaGa for her first Rolling Stone cover, as well as shots for a deluxe version of her album. I worked with the art department, painting props and wiring a crystal chandelier on a set. That shoot had six shots total, on five different sets. It was a mind blowing day that began with my pasting cut out tabloid headlines on a very naked GaGa. From start to finish I’d never been part of anything like it.
A few days after the GaGa shoot I was in the viewing room working on the archives list, listening to my iPod. The studio is enormous and the room I was in was out of reach of the music playing in the main area. I was on a pink cloud, listening to Elton John and Kiki Dee’s duet of “Don’t Go Breakin My Heart”, I was singing, apparently quite loud to Kiki’s parts when David burst in to the room singing Elton. I was mortified, apparently they could hear me out in the main studio. He insisted that I continue to sing and then he laughed. That was the first time he said my name, and I couldn’t believe he knew it. I called my mom that night and kept saying “He knows my name, David LaChapelle knows my name!”.
A few months in to my internship, the unthinkable happened, Michael Jackson died. I was inconsolable and confused at feeling that way about the death of someone I’d never even known. David, it seemed, understood. We began to talk about Michael and his life and his work. We talked about what his message and music meant to us, and we talked and we talked and we talked. In so many ways I’d found a kindred spirit on this subject and was grateful. One of my fondest memories from the studio was being there at about 10:00 o’clock at night dancing in the middle of the room with David and a few of my friends that were either also employed there or simply friends of David’s to Michael’s music for about an hour. All of us laughing and moonwalking.
David then set out on taking what is my favorite of his photographs, entitled “Arch Angel: And No Message Could Have Been Any Clearer”, it’s a tribute portrait of Michael and it’s one of three in a series. It was shot in Hawaii and when David returned and showed me the image, I cried. The photograph moved me in a way I couldn’t describe, it was as though David had taken all of my feelings about his life and death and put it in to a photograph. Poor David was concerned that the photo had upset me in some way, but I thought it was beautiful. It remains my favorite of his photographs.
Ultimately I was hired on at the studio full time. I was the co-studio manager with a friend that I had interned with who’d come before me, and the studio’s archivist. I moved in to the office I had originally interviewed in, as Garret had been promoted and moved to another office. We moved a framed print of Arch Angel in to the room with me. Full time was very different from interning, the hours were longer, and the sleep was much less. More often than not I slept in my office to finish a section of the archives in a timely manner. I began to find that though I loved what I was doing, I was seeing the outside world less and less.
Ultimately, about a year after I was hired as an intern it was time for me to get back to my work. I learned so much from David, he showed me how these photos I grew up worshiping came to life. He pulled me aside during a shoot of Demi Lovato for MILK and told me to watch everything that he did and ask any questions I had. When he decides to take someone under his wing he does it full throttle. It was an experience unlike any other. I had the pleasure of attending the opening of a show of his Early Works in New York last May while I was on tour. He was the same bright happy man I’d worked with, and it was great to see the prints I’d dedicated a year of my life to preserving hanging on the walls. He shouted my name from across the room when he entered and I felt transported back to one of our studio duets (that happened on multiple occasions). I have a lot of gratitude to David for what I learned and the experiences I had there will never be forgotten. I’ve included some photos here, some personal, and some are shots of his that I worked on the shoots of.
I walked some amazing roads working for him, and above all I learned that there is nothing I can see in my head that can’t become photographic reality.
**In trolling the internet I found a video from the MILK shoot with Demi that can be seen here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-yWhzVrqow
And photos of the day Pharrell came by the studio:
http://www.bbcicecream.com/blog/2010/03/13/david-lachapelles-studio/
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Neglect. That’s what’s been happening here. But I am an adult, I can acknowledge this for what it is and move on. My tumblr, I have neglected you. But no more! In the mean time take a gander at a shot that tells what I’ve been doing in this neglect. In April I started touring with/working with Porcelain Black. That’s been going strong since. She’s dope and you should check her out :)
Also I went to Mexico, but that’s another story for another time.
THE SELF PORTRAIT….
…Is an agonizing process for the photographer. At least it is for me. I’m in the process of overhauling my website, and it was brought to my attention that the time for a new portrait has come. My options were simple, either shoot myself - or have someone else do it. To be honest there’s only a handful of photographers I’d trust with this endeavor. Two of them I worked with at David LaChapelle Studios, one of them is David LaChapelle himself, another is a personal hero who does live in Atlanta, and one of them also shoots bands. Four of them live in Los Angeles, and the one who doesn’t lives on a normal schedule. So then it falls to me to do this at about 4am. I’ve been putting it off for weeks. So here is what happens when I turn the camera on myself.
THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE….PHOTOS
That’s Tyson Ritter from the All-American Rejects. Translated for the current popular vernacular, that photo by @AustenRisolvato of @TysonRitterAAR from @OfficialAAR is one of my favorite photos.
I shot it at the radio show at the Roxy in Hollywood a year ago. Shooting a band I’m accustomed to documenting in arenas, amphitheaters, major festivals - in a 450 capacity venue is both fun and totally irritating. But venues that size are where I got started, and they too have that story. It’s a fun time warp for me. The skills involved in shooting without a barricade and barely any room on stage to maneuver around the artist are totally different from the laminated all access world of an arena.
It’s guerrilla music photography, and I love it.
The terrain is rough, containing screaming girls, reaching out for anything they can grab, unhindered by the non existent barricade - the artist is there for their taking.
It was great fun and shooting these guys is always a joy. All of them are exceptional human beings and I consider myself fortunate to have them in my life.
So that’s the first installment of this blog series.
It’s been a minute since I updated. I’m terrible at this blogging thing. It’s as though I say to self - I’ll do that, eventually.
I recently took a trip to NYC to handle some business and visit some people. I hung out with a friend from my freshman year of high school (let’s just say it’d been a decade or so). He’s an awesome singer/songwriter. We wandered through Brooklyn with my camera. Check him out:
P.S. Click on the timestamp to see the pictures - but bigger. Yep.
Segment from E!’s “Pretty Wild” featuring Austen Risolvato doing a photo shoot of Vernon Davis from the San Francisco 49ers and Tess and Alexis from the show.
Jonathan Clark Promo Series
Here’s a couple shots from last week’s promo shoot with Jonathan Clark. There will be more coming, to http://www.austen.la
In the meantime, this talent has an album called I’m Just Sayin’ coming out June 8. Check him out: http://www.jonathanclarkmusic.com
I’ve been wondering why I don’t update this blog more frequently. And I realized it’s due to my boxing myself in to just basing the blog 100% on photos. There must be a photo to explain (fill in the blank here). Yes, there should be photos, I’m a photographer after all, and this is linked to my photography site. But it doesn’t have to be about something that’s new and all the rage of my site. And so, I bring you the retro series - looking back at the photos that birthed the photographer I have become. Sweet Auburn : Liberation Through A Life of Faith Series My senior year of high school I was asked to do a multimedia photography project for each of my eight humanities units. For the first one, entitled and themed “Liberation” I did a photo essay on the Sweet Auburn district of Atlanta. Where the Reverand Martin Luther King Jr was born, grew up, and preached. I remember going down there to shoot and walking into the original Ebenezer (a newer installment called the Horizon Sanctuary was dedicated across the street in 1999) and hearing his sermons playing over the PA system in the old sanctuary. It gave me goosebumps. There’s something very intense about the power in his voice standing in the house of his God that he grew up in. It was in that room that he sang in the choir, it was in that room where he became the man who led so many. I photographed his gravesite, a beautiful marble tomb set in the middle of a fountain next to the church. Then I moved on to the neighborhood fire station. And the shotgun houses, and then to the King Center. Sweet Auburn is a neighborhood frozen in time. There’s a two block strip that hasn’t changed much in the last 70 years. It’s a marriage of old and new, the center, the new church, his body resting on a bed of water entombed with his brilliant wife Corretta Scott King, the faces of all walks of life. These elements are new. The church, the station, the houses, the hope, the despair, the beauty, and that wonderful Southern glow of Auburn Avenue remains the same.
The above photo of Nick Hexum of 311 is from November 11, 2000. I was a senior in high school at the Ben Franklin Academy in Atlanta, GA, and had been granted an amazing opportunity by way of 311 management. I was going to photograph 311 in Cleveland, OH. I, along with three friends packed into my mom’s SAAB like sardines and made the journey north
On the way we encountered a tornado in Kentucky, the SAAB getting towed in Cincinnati, and the Motel 6 in Cleveland. The latter had a sign that read “Bobtails Only” under which a woman with the most amazing mullet I’ve ever seen stood. I can only assume that she was a bobtail
I unexpectedly landed a photo pass for the Columbus show on November 10, through the tour manager of the opening band, Zebrahead, which was a blessing in disguise. I took the time to get the photos developed to find that shooting under a professionally designed lighting rig was completely different from shooting local venues on the GA Tech campus. Only three of the photos turned out. I was thus, more prepared when I picked up my photo pass from the 311 guest list at the Agora Theater in Cleveland on November 11. However based on the previous night’s disaster I was terrified, I felt the best compensation was to shoot as much as humanly possible. This show was a dream come true, I shot somewhere in the neighborhood of 15 rolls of film in three songs. I was frantic and moving as fast as I could. The local press photographers had about 30 years on me, and didn’t appear too happy to see a 17 year old in their pit.
It was these first 311 shows where I really began to learn about available light, and that I had truly found a home, and the beginning of a wonderful relationship between my camera and five men from Omaha, NE that I’m very grateful to have had the opportunity to document for the nine years that have followed.
(Blog originally posted on previous site version on April 23, 2009)