Archive for November, 2009

  • 11/26

    Happy Thanksgiving!

    Katya and Evan watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade

     

    Growing up in California, the Thanksgiving Day Parade was always something I associated with watching on television. Somehow, it never really occurred to me that some people go out and see it – it just felt so much bigger than life. So moving here some 8 years back, and realizing that I could see from my window was really something else. It was as if those television images came to life. In fact, we were so fascinated that first year here, that we burnt the gravy for our turkey, because we were watching the parade so intently.

    Anyway, I wanted to take a moment express my appreciation for all of the wonderful people we’ve come across and all of you out there kind enough to let us share a little of your lives. There is just so much to be thankful for, and I’m grateful for every bit of it. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

    One thing I noticed as we walked around today – people find very interesting ways to elevate themselves:

  • 11/24

    A Confluence of Events

    Aileen, as her sister looks on and the make-up artist is finishing up

     

    I was walking through Union Square with a friend not so long ago, when I experienced a bit of an epiphany. Maybe not quite a full-on epiphany. Let’s call it a semi-epiphany. As is always the case, Union Square is largely populated by teenagers hanging out on any given Friday night, and as I walked by, a familiar feeling of discomfort came over me. It was that sense of not belonging. Not so much because I’m 38 and the crowd was half my age, but more because of a feeling like I had in high school – that feeling of being the outsider. I was always the nerd, and it seemed to me that everyone cool knew each other, while I knew no one. And that’s just how I felt walking by Union Square that night. Which is also how I feel at parties, where I don’t know anyone. And most gatherings with strangers, in general.

    Then it hit me. As I stared out, looking at everyone gathered together in their cliques, I suddenly realized they couldn’t all know each other. There was just no way. And there it was. Myth dispelled.

    But, the feeling still lingers. Never having been the person in the middle of it all, watching the ebb and flow of the world around me and how people behave has always been intriguing. Have you ever seen those music videos or TV commercials, where one person is standing there, and everything is happening around them in fast motion? That’s kind of how I feel. I think that’s part of what turned me on to photography. Not only did it give me a sense of purpose, but it connected me with all those things going on in a way that was personal and intimate without making me self-conscious. It was a way to be part of it all.

    There are certain shots that grab you right away. The emotions, the expressions, and the beautiful landscapes are all in this category. The impact is decisive, visceral, and undeniable. But there are also those shots whose value reveals itself more subtly. They’re not as visually stimulating or emotionally connective, but they have the ability to show the world in a way that is unique to photography. Their power comes from what they reveal about the environments we live in. They are about life going on, more so than any specific occurrence.

    I really love those types of photographs. In a very special way, they convey the feeling of a particular place and time. They are ephemeral and fleeting, sometimes touching and emotional, other times haphazard and disorganized much the way life is. They are created by a confluence of events, and without looking for it, you’d never see them just by being there, but you can sense it. It’s that feeling of a moment in the middle of everything, and there really is no confluence of events you’ll ever find quite like a wedding.

    Josie with bridemaids as she finishes up with the dress

    Josie’s bridemaids

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  • 11/18

    Life is in the Details

    Evan’s first craft project

    I still remember getting ready for the very first wedding I shot. I pored over the magazines and reviewed the portfolios of only God knows how many photographers out there. And there was one shot that really mystified me. The shoe shot. Not so much because it made no sense. But, because it seemed to receive an exceptional amount of attention in proportion to the other details and event occurrences. I saw them hanging off paintings, sitting on frames, placed in plants – everything.

    Fast forwarding five years, it’s simply become part of the wedding to me, but I have to say, I’ve never really been “The Detail Shot Guy.” Not just for weddings, but in general. Some people love shooting objects, and they find great ways to imbue them with a sense of meaning. I love shooting people.

    With that said, I thought I’d share something that struck a chord with me, and that reminds me how valuable a simple detail shot can be. A couple of weeks ago, we picked up a glue gun. I said to my wife “What are we planning to do with that?” She showed me a bag of…what are those things? Acorns? Well, anyway, it was a bag of twigs, leaves, and nuts that she and Evan had collected from Central Park. “Ummm…right, so what are we going to do with the glue gun?” I said again. She rolled her eyes.

    The next morning, she showed me a little man she made with Evan out of three acorns. Evan was excited, and he carried the glue gun around all morning, waiting for more. Unfortunately, I had to go to work, and when we came back, I found the result of Evan’s handy work on our window sill from the picture above. I’ll never underestimate the details again.

  • 11/17

    Commodification

    Evan and Katya at Landmarc Restaurant

     

    Minh-Ha, who I’m working with on a couple of projects, made an interesting point upon reading my last post. “In the Mad Men clip, it’s precisely nostalgia that’s being commodified to sell these carousel slide projectors, right?” She rightly points out the irony of showing a clip on how to use nostalgia to sell projectors in a discussion on how nostalgia can’t really be sold.

    To slather on more irony, here’s a commercial from Kodak to sell photography. I have to admit, though, the clincher shot of the old man looking at his wife gets me every time, and I get a little teary eyed, as I think about my own life and my family.

    Watch the Kodak Commercial >

    I love the way the most ordinary things gain the most extraordinary significance as time passes. It’s not necessarily that any moment is the moment. It’s that this collection of little things in life becomes everything. So, even the simplest of pictures can represent so much more. I was at Landmarc with my wife Katya the other day, and Evan was pressing his face against the window. I thought it was adorable, so I took the picture above. The contrast between Katya’s expression and body language and Evan’s is night and day. Children have an incredible fascination with everything in a way that adults rarely do.

    I like to think that something like nostalgia is beyond fabrication. And I’d like to also think that the pictures I take are really in service of the subject matter and not the other way around. And, yet, at the same time, it’s also apparent how powerful photography is, and how a commercial like this does play on feelings such as nostalgia, even while revealing their value at the same time. I’m left wondering what effect commercials and marketing have on our perceptions of what is valuable and important. And how does wedding photography fit into things? Does it take advantage of a deep rooted cultural milestone? Or does it provide a valuable service that honors it? Or both?

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  • 11/16

    Mad Men and Vernacular Photography

    Karina in Latvia, 3 weeks after leaving America. Photographer: Spencer Lum

     

    Originally, I tried to make this part of my previous post on vintage toning, but I thought it merited its own listing. Lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about the everyday. The plain things. The simple. In part, because I’m currently working with Minh-Ha Pham of the blog Threadbared on a project exploring aspects of the everyday. But, I also find it fascinating that everyday life comprises the bulk of our lives and we often give it no attention. While everyone asks “What do you do?” and means to be asking about our areas of work or study, what we do is as much defined by the way we handle everyday life as anything else. The routines we develop and the way we do them reveals as much about us as our larger pursuits in life.

    Vernacular photography, loosely, is defined as pictures we take of the everyday without any particular artistic pretensions. We see it in items like the snapshots of family members we take, the old Polaroids lying around, and those photobooth pictures that no one sees. I think it’s remarkable how it connects us with our past in a way that is so different than other types of photography. There’s incredible nostalgia and intimacy to it. In fact, any number of fine art photographers have played off the snapshot look to great effect. I was watching some re-runs, and I recently saw one very powerful example on the TV show Mad Men.

    Katya and I are huge fans of the show, and one of my favorite scenes takes place as Don Draper, the main character, is making a bid for the Kodak account. He’s discussing their new slide projector, the Carousel. Dramatically, the scene is pitch perfect and beautifully crafted, but it’s also something near and dear to my heart, because it’s about the power of photography.

    Watch the Carousel Scene >

    In my mind, nostalgia is about something hard-earned, yet freely had. It’s that thing created by living in earnest. It can’t be manufactured, packaged, or sold. It comes simply by way of the present becoming the past. Ironically, there’s a lot of effort being placed in giving pictures a vintage feel lately. Yet, the reality is that everything becomes old and “vintage” at some point, just by way of the natural process of things. What looks new inevitably becomes old. The plainness of the pictures that Don Draper looks at – that is their very virtue.

    I do believe strongly in the idea of meaning and context, and I think photography has incredible power to communicate ideas. But there are many ways to connect a person to a picture. Powerful imagery can be found everywhere and all of the time, both in the everyday and exceptional, and sometimes, the best way to tell a story is really the simplest.

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  • 11/13

    Just Add Water

    Josie, finishing up her make-up and hair on her wedding day. Tribeca Rooftop.

     

    I just put this up as my status on Facebook the other day, but I think it bears repeating. I’m tired of vintage. This is hard for me to say, because I love Holga cameras, old Polaroids, and expired film. But, I’m also coming to hate Holga cameras, old Polaroids, and expired film. At first, vintage felt like a nod to heritage and a return to the basics. But then everything became vintage. Vintage clothing, vintage decor, vintage photography. Now, it feels like a label, a look, or a Photoshop filter that creates an ersatz nostalgia.

    Vintage is the look of the moment. It’s everywhere. I even use it myself. But I still think it’s gone too far. This isn’t to say it never works. It can create a mood or add a polish to an already well-taken picture. But more often than not, it’s an affectation. It a mask to hide that there really isn’t something there, substituting a manufactured nostalgia, when nostalgia isn’t really something you can manufacture.

    When I was in college, my roommate had a clunker of a car. He was dying to have a sports car, so he attached a big spoiler to the trunk (just in case anyone out there isn’t familiar with a spoiler, it’s the wing mounted on the back of sports cars that sticks out, and its purpose is to improve performance by changing a cars aerodynamics). One evening, he asked his friend, a serious racer, if it would really improve his car. “Oh yeah,” he replied, “You just increased the babe factor by 10.” Not exactly the answer he was looking for.

    On Toning
    I started this post with a picture I took from the last wedding I shot. Nice. Simple. Neither surprising nor exceptional, but I think it works well enough for what it’s meant to be, and the timing is good. Mirror reflections are a bit overused, but that’s another love/hate relationship for another post on another day. Below is a slightly more toned version:

    Now, the above picture has more of a “Polaroid Look.” Fine too, but I don’t see that it really adds much in my mind. I’d probably stick with the plainer toning, since I start to notice the toning more, which takes me away from the expression and the environment.

    At this point I think it’s going a little too far. If I had pulled the toning back a bit, I think it would still work, but even so, I’d still opt for the original. The color cast is too distinct, calls too much attention to itself, and doesn’t really support any of the elements in the picture.

    Above, I’ve placed an overlay to introduce some grunge and really give it a look. In the old days, wasn’t it a retoucher’s job to remove things like this? Textures are a pet peeve of mine. I think they succeed rarely, and more often then not, create such an overpronounced feel that they distract from the meaning of the image itself. I also think they put an expiration date on the picture. Look at spot coloring. Spot coloring is where one thing is left in color on a black and white picture, as was done in the movie Pleasantville. Whenever I see spot coloring, I notice the effect more than anything else. I say to myself “Wow, that’s very early 2000’s!” Instead of feeling the picture, I feel the toning, and I just can’t bring myself to pay attention to the actual content, even if the picture was well done. I think the same will be true of textures. They will date the majority of the pictures they appear in. They will be “so 2009.”

    The toning and texturing in the above picture is a distraction. Regardless of whether it looks better or worse, I think the vintage palette and the grungy sense of nostalgia makes no sense. The picture is about Josie’s feeling at a symbolic point in the day. Adding layers of stuff onto that just calls unnecessary attention to the look, instead of the moment and the environment. Just for fun, I also played with a tilt-shift effect below:

    A tilt-shift lens blurs out certain portions of a picture (in very general terms). Like vintage toning, it’s also quite popular. I could see someone saying the effect here is dreamy. It certainly fits her expression and the fantasy aspect of a wedding. But I also think it’s less real than the original image, which better lets me focus on the expression and context. The make-up artist’s arm, the beauty products at the bottom – these things give us the context to understand Josie’s expression, and blurring them weakens the image. The tilt-shift effect is also a little heavy handed, here. It says “This is dreamy.” I’d preferred to be allowed to dwell on the image and soak it up. I want to wonder about what she’s thinking and how she’s feeling and come to the conclusion myself that she is feeling dreamy or not dreamy.

    I guess all of this comes back to my love for reality. The reality of a wedding is so much richer and better than the fantasy of it. It’s not as perfect, but there’s just more there. So long as the toning enhances the picture, I’m all for it, but something looking vintage doesn’t really mean it is vintage. And what’s really so wrong with the present? Does everything have to be about tomorrow or yesterday? Of course, there’s a kicker to all of this. My office building houses exactly one store. And it’s Cheap Jack’s Vintage Clothing.

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    Below is a picture with a strong color cast from Josie’s wedding. Overtoned or on the mark? I thought it matched the palette of the buildings without hurting anything else. Does it help or hinder their body language and expression?

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  • 11/11

    What’s in a name?

    So, here’s my question. I keep asking myself, is it better to use my name as part of the business name or go with a more of a brand? I was speaking with Jerry, whose wedding I’m shooting in December, and he made the very good point that having 5 West Studios allows for expansion and keeps all members of my team on equal footing. OK, he didn’t quite put it that way, but that was basically the point. And that was my thought, too, not to mention the fact that we’ve spent a lot of time building the 5 West name, and changing it is really a lot of work. But a nagging part of me also says that maybe I should go with something more personal. After all, I am the primary shooter for the company, and with Irina’s schedule being up in the air for much of 2010, that basically means we have two teams over here. I handle the photography and Sharif does the video. And we’re probably not going to be expanding into a massive conglomerate anytime soon. In fact, I rather like being a small studio. So, is it better to keep ourselves 5 West Studios? Or should I think about something like Spencer Lum Photography (or some other variation using my name). I’d love to hear from any of you out there!

  • 11/09

    Josie and Tres

    When I think of Josie and Tres’ wedding, the first thing that comes to mind is energy. I don’t think I’ve ever captured so many shots of a bride with her arms in her air, and I loved every one of them. Josie was so enthusiastic and fun. I started the day a little early, and she was just finishing up her hair and make-up at Tribeca Rooftop. With a couple hours to go before their first meeting, she found time to help prepare favors, organize things, and get her escort cards ready (they put each one on an apple – very nice!). Tres was a perfect match. Relaxed and fun, as well, he danced with her through the entire reception, right up to the very last second. Oh, and did I mention that they brought their dog to the ceremony? He was adorable.

    Click on the image above to see the full slideshow. Some excerpts below. The permanent link is at 5weststudios.com/weddings/2009/josie_tres/slideshow/

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