I can't decide if it's spring or summer yet. It feels like if summer is about to happen, but it is too hot for spring. It is that awkward time where everybody pretends like it's summer. I leave my sweaters at home and brave the ride home on my bicycle at night because I don't want to have to wear the heavier clothes. I go swimming even if the water is cold. But I am not quite ready to commit to the intensity of summer, popsicles hurt my teeth and I don't really like the heat if it's above 85. I'm giving myself until the official day in June when summer hits and will live in limbo until then, continuing to claim it's spring. (Can we also discuss my friend's great view from her apartment's pool? Don't worry, I don't live there.. I just have great friends who are that cool.)
I have never been a horse person. They were never something I was interested in, never really wanted to even ride one. Maybe I am scared of them. I just keep thinking of my ribs every time I walk by one and how so easily they can just kick and I would be smashed. A good friend of mine is a horse trainer and invited me to go spend the day looking at stables to hold his horses. Naturally, I said yes to the road trip and found some countryside with beautiful light for photographing. Perhaps I will be spending more time at this stable just outside of Chicago. If I do, you will be sure to know with more photos. In the meantime.. enjoy this mini-series from Crete, Illinois.
Somewhere on the border of Michigan lies this little truck stop diner. I stopped by, after a long day of driving through Michigan and finding nothing I wanted to photograph. Immediately I saw Jean and knew she was what I had been looking for all along. So I sat right down at her bar, camera in hand, and ordered a piece of pumpkin pie while I convinced her that she wanted me to photograph her. It was quite the fight, but I won, and so, here is Jean.
My neighborhood has a handful of shrines , inset on the side of homes and in alleyways I noticed this one while on a walk waiting for my laundry to wash.
Some people say that they want their funeral to be a party, and others mean it. I once saw a video of this amazing funeral in New Orleans. It involved jazz and dancing and a celebration that would be tough to match. Until I saw a street festival the other day. Roads blocked off, Mexican food everywhere, and a parade with Mariachis. And a casket. It was a funeral. With a parade that went throughout the entire neighborhood.
Allport and 18th Street: Pilsen, Chicago
Everything that Van's Warped Tour set out to do has been accomplished by Riot Fest. Great punk music (old and new), add a carnival and you have arrived in Humboldt Park over the last three days. Naturally, I dressed up like a carni and headed out yesterday to dance my heart out to bands like Less Than Jake, Fishbone, and Reverend Horton Heat. Fire breathers and glass walkers were out with spontaneous jazz bands playing and dancing with stilted parades. I rode carnival rides while listening to Iggy & the Stooges and went to an after party with Gogol Bordello to dance all over a bar while Eugene Hutz sung and danced to a DJ spinning his music. Needless to say, quite the successful day and the high school version of me would be jealous.
Riot Fest 2012
Humboldt Park, Chicago
Whoever tricked me into thinking it was cold year-round here got me good. My apartment is currently 95 degrees and it seems as if the city turned into a ghost town. People hunkering up, waiting out this heat wave in theaters or malls. It's finally hot enough to casually swim in Lake Michigan even. That is, if you can muster up enough energy and will to brave the heat to get there. Even my computer is feeling lethargic these days, not wanting to work because it is just too hot. A man told me the other day that he puts his clothes in the freezer to keep him cool. The heat makes you do crazy things and I just might start keeping my clean clothes in the freezer.
Photograph taken in Millenium Park at a public fountain.
Navy Pier, Chicago
There is a wonderful/horrible tourist trap downtown called Navy Pier. It's an overpriced permanent carnival out on a pier with kitch restaurants, boat tours, and carnival rides. I hate it because it is such a tourist trap, but I love it because it is a permanent carnival downtown with fireworks twice a week all summer long. I recently headed down to Navy Pier to do some photographing for an upcoming project to be discussed at a later time. But here is one of my outtakes from the shoot.
Also for your photographers out there, this is the new Kodak Portra 400 film (sans the VC/NC options). Are the images generally this red or was that just how they got scanned? I like it, but nervous about skin tones for future shoots. Thoughts, reactions, input on this film that I am trying to replace my beloved 400 NC with.
"I've sucked way too much cement this year. Bad juju rinsing off them city sidewalks. I need to babble with a brook or two, inhale starlight, make friends with some trees." - Tom Robbins, Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates
[Images taken in Kanosha, Wisconsin]