Glass Flower Analysis

Glass Flower

Above, quite clearly, is a picture of a small glass flower. I took this while trying to practice some basics of lighting. The equipment I had on hand was limited to: a small white box with white paper; a LomoPro manual strobe; and an Alien Bee 800 strobe with a reflector. The first thing you might notice about the image is that the subject is directly in the center. Again, I was not attempting to create a masterful composition but was simply testing my light placement and strength. The small LomoPro speedlight was hanging above the flower point slightly behind it, shooting directly into the paper leaving a fairly noticeable brighter section directly overhead. The unevenness of the light is something I did not immediately distinguish and will likely try to avoid were I to have a similar setup. The Alien Bee strobe was placed directly behind the camera, standing roughly two feet above the subject with the head angled down directly at it. This was, primarily to hide the shadow behind the flower after failing in my attempt to eliminate it altogether. There are some shadows still visible near the blue pot which can be addressed in Photoshop.

Speaking of Photoshop, below is a comparison of another image of the very same glass flower but using a 100mm Macro lens. On the left is the natural image whereas the right is the same photo after having been edited.  Other than the typical clean-up one does to remove dust, the main task of the edit was to eliminate the shadow near the right petal. I do not remember exactly how I did this but it was quite likely a series of complicated and not fully thought out steps that required a greater degree of time and effort than necessary. I typically begin by entering quick-mask and creating a selection of the subject. After selecting the inverse, I simply create a new layer of the subject and another layer of the background. I then edit these two layers accordingly.

Glass Flower Comparison

Photo Assisting In Review

For the past two months I have had the pleasure of interning at a commercial still-life photography studio in the Flatiron District on New York. This comes after deciding that I would naturally fit into and thoroughly enjoy a career in the field of photography. And, as with most careers, one must start from the bottom. As the present moment, I am seeking to educate myself in the mystical art of assisting a photographer while on the set while also picking up whatever details I can about light, equipment, and business nuances.

I will shortly reflect on the past two months. I will also attempt to post a series of personal projects as time goes on.

Any time you flip through a magazine, browse the web, watch TV, or even walk outside you will inevitably see a photographer’s work. But, you never really know it, or at the very least comprehend the amplitude as such until you begin looking for it consciously. I also failed to realize how much work went into the industry as a whole – camera and computer hardware and software; owning or renting as well as staffing a studio and office; multitudes of agencies;  specialized equipment such as lights, stands, power packs; general items of usefulness which mainly involves tons of paper, plastic, and quirky objects to be used on the set. Much of the inventory of our studio comes from local retailers and some of the more intricate and carefully selected items are typically rented from manufacturers and artists whose base of operation is in New York.

Not long after distinguishing myself as having entered a bees’ hive of economic activity did I then also connect the photography industry with the near endless amount of roles it fulfills for other industries. The most obvious example can be found in magazines that one may purchase at a news stand to gawk at celebrity fakenews. Within these publication you will undeniably find adverts for a wide range of products such as the latest line of chemical treatments for frizzy hair or pale skin. Advertisements have been for quite some time a necessary part of procuring funding for magazines and newspapers but has perhaps even more aggressively become a cornerstone of the internet. You may, in fact, even realize that there are few places left in an urban setting where you are not in the proximity of an ad of some sort. Bus stops and trains are littered with muscular men sporting little more than underwear. Walking on the sidewalk will likely reveal billboards and large posters within viewing distance portraying a perfectly captured bottle of beer. Advertisements and, by a necessary extension, photography are virtually inescapable. But a photographer’s work is not found only in adverts but also in company websites, buyer’s guides, and a host of other tactfully designed uses of said work.

While the process of creating images can be daunting from the perspective I described above, it is surprisingly simple. The photographer, much like a captain of a vessel, runs the show with a complete comprehension of that is necessary to get the job done. His assistants will typically be responsible for maintaining the studio area, ensuring quality control, and simply being aware of the state of affairs. Meanwhile, art directors from a magazine or fashion brand will be confirming that the results are as requested. Stylists will also be present to handle any merchandise with care and to display them according to the art director’s instructions. (This dynamic is unique to my own experience in the past two months while working with a single photographer and is likely to differ substantially with respect to the situation.)

My co-workers are without question some of the most wonderful individuals I have ever had the chance to work with. I take this as a sign that the industry is a good place to be and I see myself being for quite some time.

Hot Flashes

Saturday, March 19th, was two days after St. Patty’s day and, in celebration, many dozens of Staten Islanders came out to a small warehouse to party. EPIC PARTY was responsible for this collection of party-goers and was responsible for similar events in the past few months. Organized by Joe, the parties were an attempt to bring something fun and unexpected to Staten Island – a difficult endeavor seeing as how many people, even its locals, associate it with the very opposite notions. Luckily, I was there and was taking in the ecstatic beat of  local color with my camera.

I had no idea if I was in the right place. The bus was moving and with no indication of which street was coming or which one was passed, I obsessively checked my phone to see my location on the map. A small group of people got ready to get off. One of them saying “is this the place?” I instinctively followed them, believing that there would be no other reason for them to be in such an abandoned place. I quickly learned that I made it.

I began with making small talk with a few people outside as they smoked their cigarettes. One of those people was Joe, the organizer of the event. I tried my best to get on his good side worrying that we might need to be friendly were something to go awry. I did the same with the bouncer and the young girl tasked with over-looking the kegs of beer – a supposedly unlimited supply that became near impossible to reach once the empty room began to fill and crowds began to form.

The DJ booth was against one end of the warehouse while two tables used for beer-pong were on the other. The warehouse interior was bare. The floor was a cold cement and the walls looked as though they were slowly weathering down. This area is owned by a local wrestling league whose office was in the second floor. The venue’s owner was there with a few girls, chatting and laughing with the door open so that they could see the line of people leading to the bathroom.


The night began slow but quickly became a lively carousel of faces posing for the camera. I did not stop and stay anchored to a single set of friends, I instead chose to bounce from point a to point b to point c in a hunt for moments that would define the night for the people there. I tried to be everywhere so that I wouldn’t miss that moment, the thing that you want to tell your friends about the next day. In most cases, no such significance was ever there to be captured. In a drunken haze everything can seem brilliant.

Though I was not without interesting personalities. A mad look in the eyes and a plastic bat in hand. A vacuous Barbie in lipstick. A piñata filled with regret. And, plenty of cute girls.

It wasn’t far into the night that the police arrived. We awaited some final word from Joe and his megaphone while barricaded inside. Unfortunately, the word came in and the party was over. The crowd that was originally diluted into cliques of social networks started to condense towards the exit. They shuffled out the doors into the cold weather as I stood atop a chair snapping photos of their departure.


 

Needless to say, this night of debauchery was exciting. I look forward to another visit to the wrestling warehouse. Its cold floor, crumbling walls, loud music, and true Staten Island flavor.