I need to just get out there and take pictures.

Encounters With A Yeti

I made an impromptu stop at Cubao X last night. It was hot and humid, and I couldn't stay for Shoulder State. But there was an unusually large number of pretty girls. Also, the band that opened was pretty awesome. May post rock band pala tayo.

Check out Encounters With A Yeti.

I've been busy lately.

Finishing off Season 4 of The Wire. I love this show. Every time they kill off one of the main guys, I get torn up inside. After seeing Generation Kill, I see a common theme among these David Simmons/Ed Burns-produced shows: It doesn't matter if you're a player on the street, the police, or an infantry man. You'll always be a good guy. It's the bosses who are mostly fucked up.

Anyway, I like this show about a city I've never been to.

I've also been busy finishing my second reading of Chabon's Kavalier and Clay. It's even brillianter this second time around. But I always get a little bit impatient reading the last hundred pages and I rush it. I guess that means that, around a year from now, I'll re-read it again.

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Anyway, hat tip to to the blog, Slightly Lucid, for directing me to photographer, Estan Cabigas. His series, Non Places, with it's color and negative space, is pretty good.

WTJ presents Alec Soth's studio

I guess it's photography week on this blog. I've always been interested in the spaces that creative people inhabit. The What The Jackanory blog has this awesome series of videos of photographer's studios. And this time Andrew Hetherington walks through one of my favorite photogs', Alec Soth's.

inside the photographers_studio from andrew hetherington on Vimeo.

bye darkroom

Even when I was starting out in photography, I always dreaded darkroom work. I always had trouble rolling up my negatives into the spool. Mixing chemicals and turning canisters required chemicals at right temperatures, and repetitive actions at regular intervals. It required patience, precision, and dexterity, so you know, darkroom work didn't exactly play to my strengths.

But I still do feel nostalgic about these cramped, damp, funny-smelling and disappearing rooms. And so does Richard Nicholson, as evidenced by his series of London's remaining darkrooms.

HT, as usual: swiss miss