It has been a while since my last post and it seems that now is a perfect time to showcase some of my earlier film photography. I have been busy with my current job, freelancing (mainly business cards), and finally hammering out my own business cards. Good excuse? I think so. So, I’m currently waiting on the printer to deliver my most anticipated 4 jobs (partially, I’m not shy to say, because I want to get paid), and thus decided that this would be a perfect time to update and freshen up the stale stench of my little piece of the “internets.” Fear not, I will not go into huge diatribes on how great these shots are, if anything they are far from refined and more experimental. I like experimental, it helps to keep my mind out of a rut and constantly moving. Thus, I bring you, the “Silent Elegance.”

This was my first series, compilations of photographs on a specific subject. Thus, it was incredibly difficult. I chose to show this particular image as the cover for two reasons. For one, it feels creepy, lifeless, yet so lifelike. The mere idea of industrial objects made to, by specific means and goals, represent life… excites me. It excites me in the intrinsic value of it being so synthetic, yet in a proper setting so lifelike (as intended by the creator). Does it feel? Does it feel forgotten, replaced, abandoned? A hard plastic mimic of a human body, with facial expressions, looks at you, feels you, and by the surrounding begs you to feel empathy. Is the empathy simply a chemical reaction and cognitive association that you feel? These and many more questions flood your mind when you take a simple glance on the sight just by being there, or am I reaching too far? Once again, another question. It is replaced, by a better representation of life, but at one point it was the best representation of a human with a pulse wearing the outfit that was pushed on the clients as the current fashion… the high fashion that you should be wearing. Now, it does not fit in the times, and it’s design does not fit in current pop culture, thus it is left; forgotten, miss treated, broken, desolate, it lies in it’s own parts seemingly strange to be around itself and silently screaming for recognition.

This is my take on the the first shot of the series, I have plenty more; but I will regress and post the rest of the shots in a single entry later, because this one needed a special recognition and personal attention on my part. I hope you enjoyed.