Over the past three years we’ve watched with amazement as Instagram has grown to a global community of more than 150 million people capturing and sharing the world’s moments. Instagram is a place where people come to connect and be inspired, and our focus with every product we build is keeping it…
What about using a percentage of advertising profits to give grants to non-brand members of the community to produce more good photography and promote it through the same means?
Oh wait I forgot, the photographers are the product being sold to the advertisers, not the photography to the “community”.
Last week I shot Will Dennis, the founder of San Francisco based startup Spinlister. Will’s site is a marketplace that connects cyclists who have extra bikes to people who need bike rentals.
I currently have 4 bikes in my apartment (they’re all different, I swear) so I am pretty sure I am the target audience for this service.
Further Farther is a new blog for my personal project, a collection of images I’ve taken on bike tours/adventures on 35mm. Check it out! furtherfarther.org
I was messing around with this in the studio yesterday. I like this set up and think I’ll use it for something else, I just couldn’t figure out what direction I wanted to go with this prop.
I shot some promotional photos for music producer Damon Rudisill last week. These were done around Lake Merritt here in Oakland.
My submission for This Is a Photo Blog’s Poetry assignment, based off Bukowski’s “A Radio with Guts”:
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street
I used to get drunk
and throw the radio through the window
while it was playing, and, of course,
it would break the glass in the window
and the radio would sit there on the roof
and I’d tell my woman,
“Ah, what a marvelous radio!”
the next morning I’d take the window
off the hinges
and carry it down the street
to the glass man
who would put in another pane.
I kept throwing that radio through the window
each time I got drunk
and it would sit there on the roof
a magic radio
a radio with guts,
and each morning I’d take the window
back to the glass man.
I don’t remember how it ended exactly
though I do remember
we finally moved out.
there was a woman downstairs who worked in
the garden in her bathing suit,
she really dug with that trowel
and she put her behind up in the air
and I used to sit in the window
and watch the sun shine all over that thing
while the music played.