Archive for March, 2009

Hitched

Monday, March 30th, 2009


John and Judyta – March 28, 2009 from Jensen Larson on Vimeo.

As some of you know, I became one of the luckiest guys on Earth this weekend when I tied the knot and officially promoted Judyta to The Wife, or The Boss, or The Whatever She Wants To Be Called. We had an amazing time and everything seemed to come together. Above is a stop-motion video from the self portrait studio that our amazing friends Jen and Eric set up and created for us.

Enjoy in JLP’s absence… headquarters is closed until April 14th. Now lets go ride us a turtle!

New Work: Escape from New York

Wednesday, March 25th, 2009

It took me 10 full seconds staring at this new clip in American Way magazine early this morning for me to realize that I shot it. To be fair I was barely awake on my flight home after only about 3 hours of sleep following a quick trip back to Tampa (also the site of the story above) for Report on Business.

Joe Molloy was and is a teacher and P.E. coach, but he had the slightly different job in between of running the New York Yankees as GM. Regardless of all of that, he’s a super nice guy and I feel a bit bad because he called me the other day and told me he’s lost close to 100 pounds, so wouldn’t you know it! Good on you, Joe and thanks to you and your students for a fun shoot.

On a slightly more editorial note, this was probably the first and last shoot I’ll be involved with at American Way because their contract is terrible and they won’t work with photographers to help make it better. It’s unfortunate when there is a bad contract, even more unfortunate when editors are unwilling to get their hands dirty or are completely hamstrung by their legal department’s demands, but most unfortunate of all when both of those are true and you don’t get a contract until weeks later when the shoot is done, invoice sent, and final files delivered. I did not sign their contract and was told I would never work for them again… but that’s not why I didn’t get enough sleep last night.

Maybe the biggest pity is that its a nicely designed spread! Oh well, here is another similar frame from the locker room that I like a little better.

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The BIG news

Monday, March 23rd, 2009

The caller ID showed it was my sister calling. All I could hear was screaming and clapping. I had been waiting for this call for months as we grew closer and closer to The Day.

“New York! NYU! St. Lukes!” she said before handing the phone over to The Fiancée.

For those of you in the know, the day is of course Match Day, when hundreds of medical school students across the country simultaneously open sealed envelopes with the details of where they “matched” into their specialized residency programs. Matching is a binding contract, so the envelope tells you where you will be spending the next 4+ years of your life.

The call came while driving on US-1 with my buddy Jimmy who was assisting me on a ESPN the Magazine shoot last Thursday in northeast Florida. I managed not to drive off the road, though I did get lost.

So the big news is finally real and here… JLP headquarters is expanding and opening a NYC bureau in late May. The Fiancée and I have 2 months to move, oh and only a wedding, honeymoon, and graduation from medical school in between… no sweat.

More than anything else we are excited for the opportunity and challenge but there are a lot of other emotions in there as well, especially as we make mental lists of the 80% of our stuff that is headed to storage or Goodwill.

Many of you will remember the anti-NYC post that I wrote a few years ago on the old blog (I’ll try to look it up and post it for told-you-so’s sake). I’m going to try to write about the process and difficulties of the move to Manhattan. Many many people have made it before me, but maybe there is something in my experience that will help or at least amuse others.

New Work: The Shark is Back

Sunday, March 22nd, 2009

 

Greg Norman photographed for Men's Journal, West Palm Beach, FL, April 2009

Greg Norman photographed for Men's Journal, West Palm Beach, FL, Feb. 2009

After a couple of false starts and cancelled shoots early this year, I finally had the chance to dig in for a pair of really great features for Men’s Journal, easily one of my favorite clients over the past few years. The first to hit the newsstands is a profile on Greg Norman and his return to golf after his magical run at the British Open last year which earned him an invitation to The Master’s, a tournament with a lot of dramatic history for Norman.

Director of Photography Michelle Wolfe and I started at the concept stage and had a few really cool ideas which were very quickly (though not before a “master’s green” jacket was drop-shipped to my office) whittled down to 1 simple and playful idea with Greg and his new bride (tennis legend Chris Evert, who is one of the cooler women I’ve ever met) doing a sort of golf lesson. Day of the shoot we (me, assistants Ian and Matthew) had the typical drama of scrapping the suggested location before deciding to shoot everything on a nearby course. After getting set-up and watching our light completely change minutes before talent arrived on set, we met Greg and got the bombshell that Chris doesn’t play golf (they only play tennis together), and might not be into it. But as I already mentioned, Chris Evert is cool.

Once Chris and Greg came back wardrobe-ready we quickly dispatched a couple of easy set-ups to get the vibe going and also to wait for the early morning light to stabilize a bit. I then jumped straight into our golf lesson which ended up working great because you could see Greg and Chris connect in an elite athlete sort of way, having fun with each other, and just about forgetting that they were being photographed for a magazine. Whenever you can even get half way towards pulling people out of the “I’m being photographed” mode, you have a much better chance of taking images that let your viewers in to connect with a person, instead of a personality.

Greg Norman with Chris Evert photographed for Men's Journal, West Palm Beach, FL, February 2009

Greg Norman with Chris Evert photographed for Men's Journal, West Palm Beach, FL, Feb. 2009

Shooting celebrity athletes is hard because they have multiple layers of agents, PR flackies, and handlers and you very rarely know what you are going to get, how much time, etc. My thing is to be on the offensive, to be warm and friendly and interested, but to have a plan and dictate the pace and schedule of the shoot. I always map out the goal of the shoot – who its for, what it is, and what we need from them – at the very beginning so that the subject feels less trapped in a production with no end in sight. I hope that if I respect them enough to share the details and let them in on the process, then hopefully they’ll be present on set and bring the energy required to get us home. This worked perfect with Greg, who is not known to be an easy subject from stories was told.

But truly Greg could not have been more gracious with his time that morning. Chris had a tight schedule and was supposed to need to leave right away, but she decided to stick around and just hang out (sweet!). After the golf lesson I had Greg basically just go through his normal practice of hitting various clubs on the practice tee while I shot ultra close with a 135mm on his face. I loved the way that the sun filtered through his signature Shark hat, and I really wanted to capture the elegance and character of his face. So it was especially cool that an image from this set-up wound up as the opening shot.

After some practice Greg was hungry so instead of trying to rush to get him finished I made the judgement call that we were in a groove and that giving them space would be rewarded instead of punished (this can go either way). Chris had ordered some sandwiches for everyone (again, cool… I believe they were turkey), and they hung out while we set up for a more complicated lit portrait shot in front of a background that I had scouted earlier in the morning. Following that a final wardrobe change and additional (bonus really) set-up closed out our morning and Greg actually offered to help us pack up and load gear, etc (I would never agree to this, but it’s awesome of a subject to ask).

Best wishes to Greg during the Master’s! A really good guy to meet and photograph, and I deeply appreciated his thoughts on living in the moment and not concerning yourself with things that are out of your control or in the distant future that we chatted about. Plus he makes a pretty decent bottle of grape juice! Here are a few more that I liked from the shoot:

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Magellan

Sunday, March 22nd, 2009

So check out these new digs, eh! Many, many thanks to Shut Up I’m Awesome for building this spartan and watery new space. There was nothing particularly wrong with the old drunken one, but with so many things about to change at JLP headquarters I felt like a new design and name would be a fun way to restart my interest in exploring the finer points of freelance work, and so here we are… Pacific.

Magellan christened the name for our western ocean in late 1520 for the peace and stillness he found (relativity is hard to see clearly) during the Earth’s inaugural circumnavigation, and its always been my favorite body of water to get lost in as an idea. The incredible immensity, the opposite of its location to my life, the color of the water in picture and thought, the Pacific is the ocean in my dreams and represents not only the greener grass of things unknown, but also the notion that everything is a lot more complicated, ironic, and plainly rough than even old names suggest.

We hear all our lives about the “gentle, stormless Pacific,” and about the “smooth and delightful route to the Sandwich Islands,” and about the “steady blowing trades” that never vary, never change, never ”chop around,” and all the days of our boyhood we read how that infatuated old ass, Balboa, looked out from the top of a high rock upon a broad sea as calm and peaceful as a sylvan lake, and went into an ecstasy of delight, like any other Greaser over any other trifle, and shouted in his foreign tongue and waved his country’s banner, and named his great discovery “Pacific”–thus uttering a lie which will go on deceiving generation after generation of students while the old ocean lasts.

In a word, the Pacific is “rough,” for seven or eight months in the year–not stormy, understand me–not what one could justly call stormy, but contrary, baffling and very “rough”. Therefore, if that Balboa-constrictor had constructed a name for it that had “Wild,” or ”Untamed,” to it, there would have been a majority of two months in the year in favor and in support of it.

- Mark Twain, letter to the Sacramento Daily Union, 4/17/1866

I don’t have a mission statement for the new blog because I’m not sure how it will be especially different than the old one, or from the half-dozen blogs before that, which I also led down the path to destruction. I would, however, like this blog to be a bit more about what things are working in freelance photography, despite the terrible climate we are all working under, and maybe scratch at some of the contrast between what things seem like and how they might actually be (relatively is all I have in stock as well, unfortunately). There will likely be a few rants, that’s just me, but I’m going to try to think about the things that drive me and my passion for the craft of photography, and hopefully that and the absence of bourbon will keep things on more of an even keel.

Welcome to Pacific!