Your Moment of Film Photography Zen: Wandering the Mojave Desert With

Your Moment of Film Photography Zen: Wandering the Mojave Desert With

Whether you’re shooting for fun or for work, in the rush of modern life it can be all too easy to lose sight of the joy of photography. In this short, meditative interlude with no words, there’s plenty of inspiration to be found in just watching another photographer enjoying their own photography.

To be a photographer is to be part of a wonderful community in which we can all learn and be inspired by the work of others. I particularly enjoy “behind the scenes” videos in which a photographer or filmmaker offers a glimpse into their creative process and shares some of their results. Whether these shared experiences are educational or just pure inspiration, they can show us new directions and plant the seeds in our minds of our own future creative pursuits.

I already introduced Ben Staley in a previous article, and even if his name is not familiar to you, you have almost certainly seen his work. Ben is an award-winning videographer and filmmaker whose stunning imagery has been featured on popular TV shows like “Deadliest Catch” and “Ice Road Truckers”. Ben also happens to be an avid (and excellent) still photographer, and regularly features his still photography work on his YouTube channel “Adventure & Art”.

In this meditative and beautifully produced video with no commentary, Ben shares his experience photographing the Mojave desert with his Leica M6 loaded with Ilford XP2 black and white film. There’s a wonderfully leisurely and contemplative vibe to this scene. Ben seems to be in no hurry and shooting with no agenda other than the pure joy of photography for photography’s sake. I also really appreciate his choice not to add any commentary to this video since the beautiful black and white images he produces speak for themselves.

So why not pour yourself another cup of your favorite beverage, kick back, enjoy, and be inspired!

KILL PHOTOGRAPHER BOOK

KILL PHOTOGRAPHER BOOK
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Editors: This is a Mandatory Photo Kill for the photos slugged PHOTOGRAPHER BOOK 3, 6 and 8, transmitted on Monday, April 29, 2024, as XNYT0489, XNYT0288 and XNYT0820, respectively. The photos are black-and-white images depicting celebrity guests at various parties in the 1980s and 1990s. The images moved inadvertently on the network. They must not be used and should be removed from any server or access point.

Seeing the sound of Blue Note

Seeing the sound of Blue Note
Herbie Hancock at “Inventions & Dimensions” recording session, Van Gelder Studio, Englewood Cliffs, N.J., Aug. 30, 1963. Photo by Francis Wolff.Blue Note Records

A great record label is about more than music. Yes, it’s about the quality of that music, the character of that music, the sound of that music. Yet it’s also about things beyond what’s heard. A great record label often has a look. It always has a style and a sensibility and, sometimes, when the planets line up, it can even have a mystique.

From left: Alfred Lion, Dexter Gordon, and Francis Wolff, outside Van Gelder Studio, Englewood Cliffs, N.J., May 5, 1962. Photo by Rudy Van Gelder.Blue Note Records

On all of those counts, Blue Note, the greatest of all jazz labels, and still going strong 85 years after its founding, more than qualifies.

Look, style, and mystique — there’s even a bit of music, too — are very much to be found in “The All Seeing Eye: Blue Note Records Through the Lens of Francis Wolff.” The show is at the Folk Americana Roots Hall of Fame, at the Boch Center’s Wang Theatre. A closing date has yet to be announced. Maybe it will run forever? Nothing wrong with that.

Wolff (1907-71) was a Jewish refugee from Nazi Germany. He’d been childhood friends with Alfred Lion (1908-87). Lion was also Jewish and fled the Nazis. Both men were jazz enthusiasts. More than that, they were highly discerning and eclectic in their enthusiasm. Blue Note, the record label Lion founded when he reached New York, would reflect those qualities. When Lion was drafted, Wolff ran the company for him. He stayed on with Blue Note, as a senior executive, occasional producer, and house photographer. In that last role he took some 20,000 photographs, a matchless one-man visual archive of jazz.

John Coltrane at “Blue Train” recording session, Van Gelder Studio, Hackensack, N.J., Sept. 15, 1957. Photo by Francis Wolff.Blue Note Records

“Eye” consists of nearly four dozen photographs, almost all of them by Wolff, ranging in date from 1941 to 1968. The prints were newly struck for the show. A few are familiar, such as the portrait of John Coltrane that is on the cover of “Blue Train.” There the portrait is cropped and tinged blue, an example of the use Wolff’s photos were put to by the label’s art director, Reid Miles. All but four of the photos in the show are black and white. In our color-dominated visual world, black and white now has two effects. It seems both otherworldly yet also more realistic and serious (your definition of those two words is as good as mine). That those two effects are ostensibly opposed makes the photographs all the more striking.

McCoy Tyner at “Tender Moments” recording session, Van Gelder Studio, Englewood Cliffs, N.J., Dec. 1, 1967. Photo by Francis Wolff.Blue Note Records

There are also 13 album covers, several blown-up contact sheets, and two videos. One of them is an interview with Don Was, the label’s current head. The other is Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers in concert, performing “Moanin’.” The sound fills the two galleries, and it’s as irresistible as the show: mood as subset of mystique. There’s also a vintage Rolleiflex, Wolff’s preferred camera, though the one on display wasn’t his, and a copy of the label’s first press release. Publicity is to record labels as reeds are to saxophones.

Many factors went into making Blue Note … Blue Note. There were the musicians, of course. The label started out recording traditional jazz. The show includes photographs of Sidney Bechet and Meade Lux Lewis. (Is there a better jazz name than “Meade Lux Lewis”?) It recorded bebop early on. Look for Thelonious Monk and Bud Powell here. Later on it dabbled in the avant-garde. Note the presence of Ornette Coleman, Eric Dolphy, and Cecil Taylor. The heart of Blue Note was hard bop and beyond: Miles Davis, Sonny Rollins (both only briefly, but memorably, on the label), Blakey and the Messengers, Horace Silver, Wayne Shorter, Herbie Hancock, Lee Morgan, Freddie Hubbard, Joe Henderson. All are in “Eye.”

Rudy Van Gelder at Van Gelder Studio, Hackensack, N.J., early 1950s. Photo by Francis Wolff.Blue Note Records

Blue Note’s heyday coincided with the arrival of engineer Rudy Van Gelder. The sound that he — well, what’s the right verb: captured? created? forged? composed? That last one may be best. Technique as artistry is what Van Gelder practiced. Heard today, Blue Note recordings of the ‘50s and ‘60s are aurally unmistakable: full, crisp, spacious, robust, immediate, gleaming, though without ever sounding cold or metallic. The show includes a photo of a bow-tied Van Gelder, surrounded by recording equipment, looking like a one-man band with his collection of instruments.

The heyday also coincided with the tenure of art director Miles. He designed more than 500 covers for the label. Several are in the Museum of Modern Art’s permanent collection. His bold, unfussy use of photographs, illustration, typefaces, and layouts ensured that Blue Note albums look every bit as cool and distinctive as the music on them sounds.

Cover design mock-up for Joe Henderson’s “Mode for Joe,” with handwritten notes by designer Reid Miles. Photos by Francis Wolff.Blue Note Records

The most important component of those designs was Wolff’s photographs, the Coltrane being the best known of many examples. Wolff had been a professional photographer in Berlin, so he wasn’t just a privileged amateur given entrée to Van Gelder’s studio. The vibraphonist and Blue Note artist Bobby Hutcherson described Lion and Wolff as being “more like jazz musicians than record executives. They loved to hang out and have a great time. They loved the music and had a real feel for it.”

Wayne Shorter at Lee Morgan “Search for the New Land” recording session, Van Gelder Studio, Englewood Cliffs, N.J., Feb. 15, 1964.Blue Note Records

That feel is everywhere apparent in Wolff’s photographs. There have been other very good jazz photographers: Herman Leonard, William Claxton, William P. Gottlieb, Chuck Stewart. Milt Hinton was himself a very good jazz musician. Lee Friedlander, who turns 90 in July, would be in any serious discussion of who’s the greatest living photographer. He worked for Atlantic in the ‘50s and ‘60s. Wolff differed from them because he was an insider without himself being a participant. It’s in the nature of cusps to create camera-friendly conditions.

Feel is indefinable. Other aspects of Wolff’s work are quite specific. The Rolleiflex produces square images, just the thing for an LP cover. It also has a twin lens, meaning Wolff didn’t need to interpose the camera between his face and his subjects. As he wandered through Van Gelder’s studio, taking pictures, the process would seem less formal than with a single-lens reflex camera. Wander is the right word. There’s nothing formal about these photographs, which is part of their sense of immediacy. Arranging lighting setups would have undercut that.

Grant Green “Standards” rehearsal – New York, Aug. 1961. Photo by Francis Wolff.Blue Note Records

Worse, it might have distracted the musicians. Wolff made a point of not shooting while they were actually recording, only as they rehearsed and kibitzed. Instead, he used a handheld flash. “He’d hold the camera in his left hand,” Van Gelder later recalled, “with the flash held up in his right — Statue of Liberty style.” The use of flash accounts for the consistent velvety black backgrounds in the studio shots. That background can make for fabulous contrasts, as with the plume of cigarette smoke exhaled by Grant Green. (Boy, those guys smoked a lot.) It also ensures the viewer’s attention is wholly on the subject, and that subject is accorded a visual status within the frame that a Habsburg monarch painted by Velázquez might have envied.

“We established a style,” Wolff once said, “including recordings, pressings, and covers. The details made the difference.” Add understatement to the list of things that make classic Blue Note so special.

The label had no more important contributor over the past five decades than Michael Cuscuna. He oversaw numerous reissues, dug up countless lost sessions in the vaults, cofounded Mosaic Records (which reissued many earlier Blue Note releases in impeccable box sets), and presided over the Blue Note photography collection. Cuscuna died last month, at 75. Although not organized for that purpose, “The All Seeing Eye” might be considered a tribute to him.

THE ALL SEEING EYE: Blue Note Records Through the Lens of Francis Wolff

At the Folk Americana Roots Hall of Fame, Boch Center Wang Theatre. Ongoing. www.folkamericanarootshalloffame.org


Mark Feeney can be reached at mark.feeney@globe.com.

Michiana Chronicles: On intimacy in translation and photography

Michiana Chronicles: On intimacy in translation and photography
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My creative expressions of choice for a few years now have been literary translation and photography. While these two artistic practices may not appear to have much in common, in my mind, they are joined at the hip as deliberate strangers to the author’s blank page and the artist’s empty canvas. Indeed, unlike other forms of creative writing and arts which often partake in the myth of absolute originality, both translation and photography trumpet their unoriginal beginnings and derivative finales. They ostensibly emerge from and insist on remaining an integral part of the source of their attention. To phrase things more concretely, the already fully written pages of an original text are translation’s jumping-off point and place of landing, while the pre-existing places and humans of the whole wide world in light and dark are photography’s sole elemental canvas. In that respect, translation and photography embrace unoriginality as essential to their creative labor. They begin and end by pointing to the source of their attention and, to a lesser extent, to its transformation. In so doing, they center on creativity as an expression of intimacy with a source page, place, or person. As a translator and photographer, all I know to do and all I want to do is embrace these expressions of intimacy with my own toolset through a lens of curiosity, momentary stillness, and an eye for the chiaroscuro of attunement and insight.

Although, in all honesty, it was not always like this. “Blank-page” creative expressions, such as poetry, and short-story writing in my first language, French, were my main ecstatic spaces from a very young age. And then, I immigrated. Multiple times. The making of poetry and prose became the translating of poetry and prose. This puzzled my family as well as my friends in Provence, who enquired: “Are you not writing anymore? Why give away the power of your voice to someone else’s creative project?” I replied: “Giving is a creative act, is it not? So why not create in the flagrant space of highly attentive and receptive giving that is translation?” Still, I understood what they meant. For them – and for many – the creative practice of translation is a generous, but suspicious exercise in self-effacement. Not a giving, but a giving up. Understandably, my siblings and friends were concerned that immigration had caused me to occupy less space (including on the page), or to occupy space exclusively when it was visibly shared. They interpreted my new initials as a first-generation immigrant and married woman, AMP, as a manifestation of the recent maladaptive leanings of my creative skills: I was now amplifying other people’s voices outside of their cultural spheres of origin instead of honing my own. And… oui, they were right in a way. Who is not humbled by immigration? By life itself?

But the truth is, what they consider the perplexingly tight, and compromised space of creative expression in translation is, to me, one of the most spacious and essential of all. The same goes for photography. Creativity in translation and photography primarily rises from a dexterity with one’s skills, as well as a heightened form of intimacy with the content of their source material. Intimacy in this context is not only a closeness, an insightful knowing, an attunement, and a sense of respect. It is also the artist’s willingness to be moved by what they sense and their ability to let this attuned intuition emerge without compromising the integrity of what they see. It’s not a giving nor a giving up. It’s a being-with. What differentiates translation and photography from other art forms, and one of the reasons why they have my heart, lies in that the expression of this intimacy, as a creative outcome, is the focus of the translated page and photograph. There is no need for more. Here, the artists resolve to linger in the process of being touched and touching back without feeling the urge to exit the very spaces of resonance that drew them close in the first place. This intimacy, this intense focus on the source and transformative process of being moved, is not only a way of showing up at the creative table, it is a way of being. The intended outcome here is not to birth a signature style, let alone to claim a body of work, but simply to share a creative circle within the layered event of a being-with.

For Michiana Chronicles this is Anne Magnan-Park. To the inimitable Jean Magnan who would be 84 today. The light and dark of your layered silences are the source of my immersive lingerings. Be well.

Music: Pablo Neruda’s “Siempre”

In an Emoji History of Art, ND Stevenson Playfully Recreates Iconic Paintings

In an Emoji History of Art, ND Stevenson Playfully Recreates Iconic Paintings

Gustav Klimt, “The Kiss.” All images © ND Stevenson

More than 100 years after it was first exhibited, art historians still debate whether Marcel Duchamp’s “Fountain,” submitted to the 1917 Armory Show in New York, was a wry joke or sly commentary on modern art—or both. That’s because the sculpture, a urinal the artist signed “R. Mutt,” was just a standard piece of plumbing. But Duchamp is also known to have coined the term “readymade,” in which he displayed objects like bicycle wheels or snow shovels as artworks unto themselves, posing the fundamental question that still thrills theorists: “But is it art?”

If Duchamp were around today to know what an emoji was, he’d probably love comic artist ND Stevenson’s take on “Fountain,” composed of a slew of what we might consider 21st-century digital readymades. A few years ago, the artist figured out that he could add countless icons to the standard Instagram stories template, resizing and rearranging them to create original compositions.

Starting with a basic background image, Stevenson adds numerous elements, like a fork standing in for a pitchfork in Grant Wood’s “American Gothic” or an upside-down red exclamation point in place of a necktie in René Magritte’s “The Son of Man.” For Johannes Vermeer’s “Girl with a Pearl Earring,” a bowl and a cloud provide the basis of the subject’s famous blue-and-white head wrap; a toilet stands in for Duchamp’s urinal; and numerous flowers, evil eyes, books, cheese, and urns make up the patterns of Klimt’s embracing figures in “The Kiss.”

It’s worth diving into Stevenson’s post for more emoji recreations.

 

Left: Grant Wood, “American Gothic.” Right: Johannes Vermeer, “Girl with a Pearl Earring”

René Magritte, “The Son of Man”

Left: Jacques-Louis David, “The Death of Marat.” Right: Marcel Duchamp, “Fountain”

Georges Seurat, “A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte”

Left: Edward Hopper, “Nighthawks.” Right: Salvador Dalí, “The Persistence of Memory”

Jean-Honoré Fragonard, “The Swing”

Left: Michelangelo, “The Creation of Adam” detail of the Sistine Chapel ceiling. Right: Francisco Goya, “Saturn Devouring His Son”

a still life of sunflowers made of emojis

Vincent van Gogh, “Sunflowers”

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