I took a day trip to the DMZ which is the 2.5 mile (heavily fortified) buffer zone between North Korea and South Korea. It was cold, windy, and pouring rain. It just felt like a bad place. The village in the distance is called Kijong-dong or “Peace Village” but our American GI tour guides told us everyone calls it propaganda village. There’s actually no one living in the village. It’s just made to look like a bustling and modern city to entice South Koreans to defect to the North. Most of the larger buildings are hollow on the inside. They GIs could tell because the lighting faded from the top floors to the bottom. Smoke and mirrors…
Side Note: I shot this with my Lomo on Kodak Portra 400 because my 5D Mark II got soaked and stopped working a few hours into the tour. Doh!
It’s a shame to me that most of the goods and products we buy have such a short lifespan.
My personal work has a tendency to be quiet, moody, even a little on the dark side. Yet, I shoot mostly bright, happy, beautiful things for my clients. I suppose it’s a ying-yang kind of thing: To know happiness, you need to know sadness.
Though I shot this a while ago, I do remember that even in reality the angles of this building defied logic. As you walked under it, you felt like it was going to topple over. It was just too big for where it was built.
When I ran into this sign, I headed out in the direction it was pointing. For me, that’s what photo walks are all about. Taking cues from around you and seeing where it take you. I love doing this in foreign countries, especially when the language (or characters) mean nothing to me. You really don’t know where you’ll end up.
I took this shot because to me it symbolized the division of North and South Korea. The South is bustling with industry and urbanism. The North is a mysterious place obscured by rumors and propaganda. During my trip to South Korea last year, I couldn’t help but feel this divide all around me. It was a sad and lonely feeling mixed with the ever present fear of war and destruction.
The last few years have been all about work, getting more work, and shooting lots of work. Which is great and I can’t begin to say how grateful I am to have great clients that hire me all the time. But lately, I’ve had a feeling that something is missing in my career. It’s like my creative muscles are out of shape. A lot of what I shoot is about how other people feel and see the world. Shooting buildings, interiors, even food is all about someone else’s creativity. I just have the craftsmanship to capture it succinctly. I’ve lost touch with what I want to say about life through photography. Today that changes.
When I first started photoblogging, I was seeking my vision and style. I definitely found it and it helped my career tremendously. It’s time to once again to start showing personal work regularly here on Ides of May. I will post something every day, Monday through Friday. I may not write a lot, but I will try to explain why I posted what I posted.
On my last trip to Paris, I regretted bringing my big camera and lenses. It literally weighed me down and made walking around the city more of chore than a pleasure. I was constantly worried about my gear being stolen, especially my
24mm Canon TS-E II. That lens is my workhorse.
However, maybe all the hassle was worth it to get this shot. Yeah, I could have used post production to fix the perspective. But it was so cool to stand on the street corner, lens shifted up and just wait for this moment.