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The Holy Land Experience

The Holy Land Experience

Last summer, I made a pilgrimage of sorts to a place I’d seen in a movie.  I caught half of Bill Maher’s “Religulous” and saw a scene in which he interviews a man who plays Jesus at a theme park in Orlando called the Holy Land Experience.  I was stupefied that such a place existed, [...]

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Lori Singleton-Clarke for the Wall Street Journal

Lori Singleton-Clarke for the Wall Street Journal

Miss Singleton-Clarke fought the man and won.  What makes her case exceptional is that she fought the IRS without a lawyer.  She got her papers in order, prepared her case, and won a victory that sets a precedent for thousands of other Americans in her shoes.  She’s seen here clasping the paperwork that she so [...]

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Wolf Blitzer for Every Day With Rachael Ray

Wolf Blitzer for Every Day With Rachael Ray

I did a shoot back in November for Rachael Ray’s magazine.  She has a regular column where she talks to celebrities about the contents of their refrigerators.  The picture I took of Wolf Blitzer finally ran in the March issue which hit newsstands last week.
I arrived at Wolf’s suburban Maryland home early in the morning, [...]

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What Not To Do

What Not To Do

(Here’s a picture I took of a flaming mailbox.  I couldn’t find any burning bridges in my archives, but this seemed somehow more apropos.)
I occasionally get emails from students and I respond pretty quickly with answers to their queries.  I always appreciated it when established photographers did the same for me when I was coming [...]

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Lovely, Dark and Deep

Lovely, Dark and Deep

My grandfather’s memorial service was held yesterday in the midst of a snowstorm that rendered the roads treacherous, yet people came from far and wide to pay their respects.   When I got home, I decided to go for a walk and be alone in the snow for a while.

I was reminded of one of [...]

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Perry Golden

Perry Golden

In my earliest memories, I recall a man with a gigantic video camera on his shoulder.  My grandfather, Perry Golden, was the self-designated cameraman for the decades-long saga that was the Golden Family Experience.  He filmed everything- every mundane hour of every family gathering.  The cameras got smaller and better, but he eventually stopped shooting.  [...]

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The Holy Land Experience

The Holy Land Experience

Last summer, I made a pilgrimage of sorts to a place I’d seen in a movie.  I caught half of Bill Maher’s “Religulous” and saw a scene in which he interviews a man who plays Jesus at a theme park in Orlando called the Holy Land Experience.  I was stupefied that such a place existed, not too far away, at that.  I had to go.

I drove down, bought a ticket and spent the day wandering the park and taking pictures.  Yeah, it was a little strange- but only because I wasn’t raised in that world.  Besides, I find most things in this world a little strange.  I was visiting as an outsider, and realized that I needed to treat everyone there with the same respect that I would treat anyone of a different culture.  Their world was fascinating to me and they were kind enough to let me in and take pictures.  I took communion in a Last Supper re-enactment (twice), was prayed for by a very nice concessions stand lady for at least 5 minutes, and I met a woman who I witnessed lapse into a trance and speak in tongues and howl like a demon.  It was all very wonderful, but I showed up too late in the day and missed the re-enactment of the crucifixion.  I had to move on to another stop on my road trip, but I promised myself I’d go back someday.

Since joining Redux Pictures as a contributing photographer, I’ve been encouraged to work on personal projects.  Seeing as this one was almost done, except for the crucifixion, they suggested I go down and just finish it.  I booked my ticket in January and spent 2 days last month finishing what I started there.  It’s not really some objective documentary piece.  It’s my personal Holy Land Experience.  These are the things I saw when I was there as a tourist trying to gain a better understanding of the world around me.  I saw men dressed as Roman soldiers pretending to nail another man to a cross and I was disturbed.  I saw visitors to the park openly weeping at the sight and I was sad.  I saw dinosaurs and scale models and people who can sing and dance well enough to be on Broadway and I was entertained.  My only regret is not buying a t-shirt while I was there.

You can see a loose edit here on the Redux website.

The Holy Land Experience

The Holy Land Experience

The Holy Land Experience

Lori Singleton-Clarke for the Wall Street Journal

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Miss Singleton-Clarke fought the man and won.  What makes her case exceptional is that she fought the IRS without a lawyer.  She got her papers in order, prepared her case, and won a victory that sets a precedent for thousands of other Americans in her shoes.  She’s seen here clasping the paperwork that she so carefully organized to create her watertight case.

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The newspaper asked for pictures of her with the paperwork, and since it was a portrait I asked Lori to spread out the files on her dining room table.  I loved the light, the chairs, the fruit bowl and the color of the walls in the room and I thought they all spoke to her personality- neat and tidy with a place for everything and everything in its place.  She started going through the papers, silently reminiscing.  I myself have had minor legal scuffles in civil matters (I was owed a substantial sum of money that was long overdue and a nightmare to collect) and I know how things like this, how all the papers and anxiety can keep you up at night and degrade your health and well being.  I also know the immense relief of coming out the other side, successful and free to move on to better, happier things.  Miss Singleton-Clarke has my admiration for her efforts.

You can read the article here.

Wolf Blitzer for Every Day With Rachael Ray

blitzer1I did a shoot back in November for Rachael Ray’s magazine.  She has a regular column where she talks to celebrities about the contents of their refrigerators.  The picture I took of Wolf Blitzer finally ran in the March issue which hit newsstands last week.

I arrived at Wolf’s suburban Maryland home early in the morning, a good time for both of us since he films The Situation Room later in the day and I had to catch a bus to NYC immediately after the shoot.  I found him to be a very down to earth gentleman, greeting me and my assistant warmly and ushering us into his neatly appointed home where he still proudly displays the childhood artwork of his now grown daughter.

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His wife welcomed us into the kitchen and I got to work.  It was pretty clear to me that someone had gone on a Whole Foods run prior to the shoot.  It was too perfect.  I mean, I strive to keep my home refrigerator looking this good- even to the point where I arrange food by genre, color and size- but this fridge took it to another level.  That was fine with me, however.  I didn’t have to put lipstick on a pig.  His wife did add an interesting touch, dispersing miniature bookmark-sized cutouts of her husband throughout the refrigerator.  I cocked my head and thought about removing them for the shoot, but decided to roll with it.  I love that there’s something subtly off about an otherwise straightforward photograph of a man with his refrigerator.  Thank you for that, Mrs. Blitzer.

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At the end of the shoot, Wolf was kind enough to sign the back of one of the little bookmarks for me, which I’ve kept on my desk ever since.  I think of mini-Wolf as my little desk boss who looks on serenely as I go about my office work.

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What Not To Do

(Here’s a picture I took of a flaming mailbox.  I couldn’t find any burning bridges in my archives, but this seemed somehow more apropos.)

I occasionally get emails from students and I respond pretty quickly with answers to their queries.  I always appreciated it when established photographers did the same for me when I was coming up through the ranks and feeling my way.  The other day, I received an email from a student looking for an internship.  This was the email:

“Hello! My name is [Student]. I am currently attending the Art Institute of Washington.

I am interested in applying for an internship or assisting position with your company.

I have had a great deal of experience in photography in the studio, on location and photojournalism. I have worked in alternative mediums, film as well as digital. I am proficient in Adobe Creative Suite, Microsoft Office and Quickbooks, using both PC and Mac platforms.

I believe that I would an asset to your program. This internship would provide me with the ideal opportunity to assist at your organization and to expand my photography and business skills.

I hope to schedule an interview at a mutually convenient time. I look forward to speaking with you. Feel free to contact through email or phone.

Thank you for your consideration.

Sincerely,

[Student]”

Student sent a form letter, failing to personalize it in any capacity.  I drove to Florida during Spring Break my senior year of college, not to party on the beach, but to knock on the doors of the newspapers that I admired.  I showed up with a smile and a portfolio book.  The St. Petersburg Times, one of the best photo papers in the country, rewarded my efforts with a 6-month internship- and not because I was particularly talented.  What Student fails to understand is that success in this particular line of work is very much about going above and beyond in every capacity.  It’s never enough to show up, you have to show up early and stay late.  You have to generate your own work and you have to constantly be hustling.  You cannot and will not achieve anything with a form letter.

The fact that this email is so impersonal is bad to enough, but to add insult to injury, Student says, “I believe that I would an asset to your program. This internship would provide me with the ideal opportunity to assist at your organization and to expand my photography and business skills.”  Student is going to be an asset to my program because it would help her photography and business skills?  Don’t tell me what I can do for you.  I don’t know you, I don’t care about you personally.  What can you do for me?  Hmmm?  Can you archive?  Scan receipts?  Draft accurate invoices?  Carry heavy bags without complaint?  I’m a businesswoman, not a charity director.

Additionally, the email lacks references (a professor would be more than enough) and links to examples of work.  Photography is very much all about the “show me, don’t tell me.”  Student claims to “have had a great deal of experience in photography in the studio, on location and photojournalism.”  Really?  A “great deal”?  Wow, maybe I should be Student’s intern.

This email contains so many examples of what not to do when seeking employment, as a studio intern or otherwise.  Don’t be like Student.  Do your research, personalize and send a hand-written note if you’re really serious.  The truly resourceful and deserving should be able to figure out where to send such a note if no address is listed.


Lovely, Dark and Deep

My grandfather’s memorial service was held yesterday in the midst of a snowstorm that rendered the roads treacherous, yet people came from far and wide to pay their respects.   When I got home, I decided to go for a walk and be alone in the snow for a while.

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I was reminded of one of my favorite Robert Frost poems.

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.