You’d better watch that character limit in your headlines, Getty.
Hilarity could ensue.
Favorite animal product shot of the day: Noah Kalina‘s cat with the Dyson Animal. See? It’s an Animal Animal.
Did you know Noah Kalina is shooting the entirety of the I.D. Magazine annual design issue? it’s true.
Second favorite rare animal shot of the day: rare cheetah caught on tape!
Once in a while I get a staggering email from a photographer. The latest greeted me when I returned from Paris; ten images in my inbox from Portuguese photographer João Pina, from his new series about the incredible violence that plagues Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
These foxes on this trampoline remind me of the dawn of exploration. It is always SO exciting to find out the ground is bouncy.
I needed a photography tie-in to justify these foxes, so I dug up two winners from my buddy Barry Stone.
Behold.
Boy Falling, Spring Texas, 2001
Trampoline, Blaine, Washington, 2004.
boing.
After looking at these painting-like satellite landscapes, I went home and watched a movie about a four-year-old who makes abstract expressionist artwork (though presumably without the mid-century angst).
Marla Olmstead is her name, and the movie is My Kid Could Paint That. Raises some interesting questions about art.
I discovered the European Space Agency‘s satellite pictures today, and I’m mesmerized. Search by region, type of satellite, or atmospheric occurrence, and beautiful images will appear before you.
I like images with smoke, so I looked for fires and sandstorms.
Is that you, Abe? The mystery of what could be the earliest known photograph of Lincoln has captivated my afternoon…
“In 1977 Albert Kaplan purchased the daguerreotype receipted as Portrait of a Young Man from an art gallery in New York.
It’s nighttime in New York. I’m off to Robert Mann Gallery to look at Gail Albert Halaban‘s Out My Window work. I find it cozy.
Next week I am going to Paris. For the first time ever. I am training for it by looking at Floriane de Lassée’s similar cityscapes-meet-portraits.
I am the kind of person who will spend forty minutes googling “Kromfohrlander”, trying to find an American breeder of the adorable German dog breed. Even though I’m not in the market for a dog. I just want to look at puppy pictures.
Here we’ve got a little story about food and still lifes and pictures that look like one another. It all started last night when I went home and ate a can of refried beans, a block of cheddar and a fried egg.