Ektachrome: Vintage ’84

That’s what we do; we make photographs by stopping time for 1/500th of a second and preserve that moment that otherwise is forever once and gone.

Seventeen in ’17

Shit!  2018 is only hours away . . . 

The Chicago Way

It was in Chicago that I discovered what love is, what love is not, and how lust can blind.  It was in Chicago that I became a better man.

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Knowing no fear

Once again, I have found myself a predicament all too common to myself.  I have been spending much more time out and about photographing than sitting at my desk and processing the resulting… Continue reading →

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Of portraits and steak

I was back out “on assignment” again this weekend.  Instead of my usual stomping grounds of a gymnasium filled with the sounds of epee blades clashing and fencers screaming, I found myself on… Continue reading →

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The hipster wilderness and a ghost of fencing past

As I had written in my last post, “Sabres to the right of them, sabres to the left of them,” shooting the 2014 Korfanty Sabre World Cup two weekends ago was on of… Continue reading →

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Sabres to the right of them, sabres to the left of them

It relieves me after days of sheer chaos that I finally have some time to sit down with a glass of Glenfiddich and finally write of my experience over the weekend past.  As… Continue reading →

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Korfanty countdown

UPDATE (11 May 2014): View some of THIS YEAR’S Korfanty photos via my post, “Sabres to the right of them, sabres to the left of them.” Despite the fact that the Korfanty Sabre… Continue reading →

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A sabre throwback

  For the past two years, Chicago has had the honours of hosting the Korfanty Sabre World Cup event: in June 2012 at Navy Pier and in May 2013 at the University of… Continue reading →

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From monochrome to Kodachrome

  With spring finally emerging from the long and dragged out winter, Chicagoans have been taking advantage of the warming weather.  No more evident was this than this weekend as people bathed themselves… Continue reading →

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Emergence

For the first time in a good bloody while, I managed to retreat from my desk, my MacBook, and my work for a little bit the other day on Tuesday and escaped to… Continue reading →

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No mask

  I get bored easily. I was explaining to someone yesterday that I have an intense need to pursue many activities and interests, for if I myself were to be a one-track, singleminded… Continue reading →

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Flaking out

The past fortnight has seen a disturbing trend on my part of actual photographing and very little post-processing work at my desk. While my lenses have been put to constant use on nearly… Continue reading →

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“Life’s like a box of chocolates . . . “

Magnum photographer Martin Parr once said, “All photography is propaganda.”  While that much is true to some respect, I wish to make an exception here.  Before I go further, I want to make… Continue reading →

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The winter then

I recall two months ago in December how excited I was that winter had arrived, so much so that I was out photographing almost daily.  More joyful days those were.  Now, however, like… Continue reading →

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Horsing about | Day 3: Dragon shoot

The weekend past saw three days of profuse photographic activity spanning four locations, four cameras, five lenses, two eyes, and one photographer of questionable sanity.  Because of how extensive that weekend was, I… Continue reading →

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Horsing about | Day 2: Advance retreat

The weekend past saw three days of profuse photographic activity spanning four locations, four cameras, five lenses, two eyes, and one photographer of questionable sanity.  Because of how extensive that weekend was, I… Continue reading →

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Horsing about | Day 1: Chuc mung nam moi!

The weekend past saw three days of profuse photographic activity spanning four locations, four cameras, five lenses, two eyes, and one photographer of questionable sanity.  Because of how extensive that weekend was, I… Continue reading →