I remember shooting this ages ago (1999). I remember that it was a cloudy, stormy day and the sun was peeking out above a mountain on the left. The ocean had lots of white water. There were hundreds of chairs. There was sand. The beach was empty. I remember also having black and white film and shooting a contrasty, grainy image. I remember all this when I look at the photo.
I took this shot on a surf trip down to El Salvador. I added a dash of nostalgia for my own benefit. See if you can find it.
This was shot for a Creative who was at Bensimon Byrne at the time – I never actually saw the finished tear sheet but the concept referenced eating a nice “home cooked meal while on the go” (or something like that), hence the fancy dinnerware bowl inside the cheap container.
Taken from Edward R. Tufte’s second edition of The Visual Display of Quantitative Information.
The 12-day chase route that John Wilkes Booth used while trying to avoid capture after assassinating Abraham Lincoln. The chase started on April 14 ending in his capture on April 26, 1865.
The map is taken from James L. Swanson’s book Manhunt: The 12-Day Chase for Lincoln’s Killer.
A shot commissioned by Harry Rosen showcasing a Coppley suit.
Downtown Toronto high-rise shot for Report On Business Magazine.
A big warm welcome to Marlowe.
Aside from pooing in the backseat of the car and then running around and smearing it everywhere while I was driving and dry-heaving during rush hour, she’s been peachy.
Even got 6 hours of sleep.
Take that Ceasar Milan! I guess I don’t need your 4-weeks-past-delivery-date-Guide-To-Puppies after all.
Touch wood.
As dog week is coming to a close, I have once again sorted through Uncle Dave’s stamp collection to find this sweet little stamp.
Printed in 1957 it is one of four designs in a series that celebrates Canada’s “recreational activities”. This $0.05 (now worth $0.40 in very fine condition) paints the picture of an enthusiastic hunting dog who seems to be pointing Dick Cheney in the direction of whoevers face he just shot.
I’m still looking to see if there’s a limited edition seal clubbing stamp. Perhaps that could be something that I could affix to a Paul McCartney fan letter.
Stay tuned.
Animator Chuck Jones has got a great book that touches on everything from the origin of his characters to studio work stories. All of it can be found in his book “Chuck Amuck: The Life and Times of an Animated Cartoonist”. Continuing on with our dog week . . . Chuck describes Charlie (see above):
Charlie is the first honest dog I ever met. He freely admits that he is out to get adopted and will use any method available to achieve his purpose. He may not be lovable, but he most certainly is honest. “You ain’t got not pet, I ain’t got not master,” he points out to the owner of a posh restaurant.
That’s right – it’s dog week. I have been informed by the stork that we will be getting a new dog and no sleep as of Thursday. That’s just days away (for all you kids out there only 3 more sleeps). So in an effort to get the dog enthusiasm well on its way it’s going to be all dogs, all week.
We’ll kick it off with a studio snapshot of Dante the hunting dog.
Dante weighs in at 35 lbs with a brownish coat and hazel eyes. A genuine foodie, he prefers dried kibble and is a bit of a loner. His main activities include hunting, frisbee and off-leash runs. Don’t be fooled by his rebel image, this part-time model is always looking for a companion.
Dante was shot in studio.
Here’s a portrait of Brent Smith, Chief Investment Officer of Franklin Templeton Managed Investment Solutions. This was commissioned for The Globe and Mail’s Report On Business Magazine.
This portrait could also be called 15 Minutes in a Hotel Lobby.
While living in Whangamata (New Zealand), Scott and I would teach surfing lessons to small animals and rodents. Sure they were pretty reluctant at first, but as soon as they’d freeze from the terror they’d look like pros. For some odd reason I was also introduced to all the locals as Trojan McDougall. The name even stuck.
I shot this flatbed scanned photo in 2002 with film (like a compact flash card but involves a third party company who, through a series of chemical processes, would then “develop” the images).
Scott’s on the longboard and Kelly’s on the nose.
My dad’s alright.
He even proofreads my blog and forwards me any grammatical corrections. I’m just now remembering the time my father (a longtime lawyer) got a C+ when he wrote my high school Law OAC final essay. Hmmm . . . . actually my High School Law OAC teacher knew nothing about law – however his wife was a junior lawyer. I was a student who submitted an essay, written by his father, to a teacher whose wife marked it.
But my dad’s alright.
Years ago he gave me (ie. let me keep) a book he’d bought entitled 100 Years Of Magic Posters.
This poster is of Professor Tenichi promoting a January 1, 1908 performance.
Here’s a quick bit of history about the poster taken from 100 Years Of Magic Posters by Charles and Regina Reynolds:
“The Mysterious Orient” had, of course, always intrigued the West and many a Caucasian magician had chosen to present himself as an Oriental – Chung Ling Soo (William Robinson), Okito (Theodore Bamberg), and his son Fu Manchu (David Bamberg), to name only a few. Ten Ichi . . . .was one of a very few native Japanese performers to come to the West at that time.
The book also explains Tenichi’s spectacular finale,
Titled ‘Water Fountains,’ . . . it had Tenichi gracefully traversing the stage tapping assistants and props with his wand whereupon fountains of water came forth.
In the poster, (from left to right) is Tenkatsu (Tenichi’s student), Tenichi and Tenji (a student and his adopted son).
A camera phone captures what my neighbour does with her waste. This is about 9 feet away from my backdoor. Let’s examine the steps:
garbage=smell
smell=vermin
vermin=disease
disease + dense population = epidemic
epidemic = death.
This explains the rats in her backyard.
Uncle Dave’s stamp collection eventually ended up in my lap. There’s a lot of neat-o stuff in the collection. This gem is a series of Russian stamps from 1964 saluting Mother Russia’s great space achievements. Gotta love the space race and the cold war.
My breeder sent me this status update.
