Work From My Portfolio Review

Work Based on Garry Winogrand

Venice Beach

This was work was shot over my winter vacation,taken with a 35mm film camera and edited on the computer. Darkroom editing takes so much time. 

SNOW DAY!

Wednesday February, 10, 2010 a blizzard struck New York City, and BOY was it a beautiful thing to witness. Also, very hard to get around in, thank goodness classes were cancelled. However, I roamed around a bit and took photographs in black and white!

Ke$ha

This past Saturday, after work I have a very eventful night. I paid Webster Hall, a well know club in New York City a visit because Ke$ha was performing. So Ke$ha is from LA, she featured Dirt Nasty in her video Tik Tok, which means she's cool with the whole Cisco, Shwayze, Mickey Avalon, DJ Skeet Skeet and Dirt Nasty crew :). And anyone okay with Cisco and Shwayze is okay with me! But overall, her tunes are pretty catchy so I'm a fan. The crowd was rather wild, I wasn't in my normal first row spot at this performance, however I was still in an acceptable viewing spot. So here goes a few pictures from the night....

More Prints :)

There's not much to say,  the title explains it all lol. Im still printing from the rolls I shot back home. I will be there again soon, I can't wait until I take more photographs of my great grandma.

In My Own Words

For my English class we had an assignment to translate one of the translations of a Sappho poem. Who is Sappho...mmm I honestly don't know. I should do so investigating on that. Any way, I am pretty darn proud of my translation. I really like to write poetry but it usually takes quite some time for me to write what I feel. But,with this it was so easy, perhaps because I was rewriting it. I still think i did a darn good job. So see for yourself...

The Original Translation

by Diane Rayor:

To me it seems
That man has the fortune of the gods,
Whoever sits beside you, and close,
Who listens to you sweetly speaking
And laughing temptingly;
My heart flutters in my breast,
Whenever I look quickly, for a moment—
I say nothing, my tongue broken,
A delicate fire runs under my skin,
My eyes see nothing, my ears roar,
Cold sweat rushes down me,
Trembling seizes me,
I am greener than grass
To myself I seem
Neding but little to die. But all must be endured, since.....

My Translation

Beautiful coated brown skin

captivating eyes

It seems as though this man,

This man sitting opposite of I

is as good as it gets, a god.

He speaks…

sweetly gracing my ears with the beauty of his voice

He laughs….

tenderly thrilling my ears with his laughter.

My stomach sinks.

I can’t speak.

Nerves take over

All while a rush of cold sweat glides down me.

I’m as pale as dying grass,

Dying…

it seems that is my reaction to this man

But all must be endured.