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Friday, May 29, 2015

Guevnna Incognito






I was asked to shoot a new promo pic for my friend Ryo (Voc Guevnna) since they added a 2nd guitar.

He had 2 requests :  Black/White and no "face recognition"….hmm.  I used 3 different medium and funnily enough, the Pro Canon DSLR images didn't make it to the cut. Was shooting with a Micro 3/4 mirrorless and 35mm film and as usual the term "Less is More" applied to this shoot as well. Deliberate camera shake and ridiculous on-camera settings (as well as outdated film scanned on my moldy film scanner) gave me the effect and mood I was seeking…YES, I did tweak these images to the max with LR…

Check the link to the band here!




Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Saint Florent


Like a Stone



So the slow hand of demise has finally reached you, another poisoned heart on display
You, the fool the morning star gilded bright and golden, crave and in need for complications
The lone crow is watching you as you on bloodied knees make your way up the steep hill
Alone to meet your fellow man, he who has no name and reputation to hold high in triumph
As two lone wounded animals you make the ascent for new frontiers, seeking new land
The herd is gathering, glazed eyed and confused, one by one coming closer for warmth and comfort
Words lose their meaning, quickly forgotten and left unquestioned as the journey quickens
Can you take the fall that is waiting at the end of the road, are you ready for the plunge
Air once stagnant with the stench of self-preservation and greed turns lighter as you adapt
Transparent, a soft whisper that lingers as a memory you take control of your limits

Only he who has known the taste of guiltless blood will know the way up and beyond
Only he who will leave no trace behind when he enters the shadows will die a free man
Forgotten and formless, you walk alone and can not beg for forgiveness nor ask for answers
So stay hungry on the road, navigate with a steady hand as bystanders evade the reason
Take control, nothing being said in the watchtower tonight, the wind keeps shaping the stone







The Last Enemy


They say that there are cracks that leaks in into empty rooms
Corner-less and dark rooms long forgotten by sensible men
Echoes and sounds from the surrounding gets trapped and reaches nowhere

With a fathomless understanding of rusty deeds the seeking man is passing by these rooms
He does not stop nor pay any interest in what the blackness behind a crack may hold
The only thing on his mind is the step that takes him past and out of sight

Lacking the meanest animal instinct of self preservation. A deep disregard for the being reflecting back
To not be proud of oneself and not at ease with ones nature or impulses
Qualities of nil that since a misty childhood always has lingered and irritated

Walking with a steady phase into the dark, no regrets and with a vision on complete darkness
Thoughts rushing by like low flying swallows, seeking deeper into the void
Echoes of past memories behind corners and bends that leads downward

Stop here, hear the heartbeat of death. Listen not, hear
Let your feet stand to feel the vibration of a living earth
Stop here, breath the fragrance of dead rock and decaying matter

The man under the parachute is always dead, falling controlled as he realize his fate
Acceptance of chaos, corner less dark rooms holds onto the myth that you once were
Illusion is the shadow that gives you movement in the light, you can touch it but it’s not there

Understand all, ignore nothing
Black rooms will forever be filled with the echoes and sounds of all easily forgotten
Seeking men seeking the man, he who knows that all is nothing
As Forever is now


Frank Savage / Saint Florent, Corsica 1972












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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Sleeper Agent
























































Should write something. Dunno…haven't been doing much lately…comparatively, not much that has inspired me to grab a camera and head out. Not even writing is hard to be passionate about lately
Anyways, developed 3 odd rolls of 35mm film today and glad there was something on them. Used to be thrilled about these things, I still do photography only for my own sake and find it uplifting still when an image turns out with a mood I wanted at the time. Then I post it and share it with…who?