Editorial
Go Shop with Jennifer (she likes knee-highs).
I have a minor new gig reporting on celebrity news before daybreak, so I’m afraid you guys are going to get the brunt of that for a while. It’s just too hard for me to start thinking about William Eggleston after I’ve learned that Heidi Montag has hired her psychic as her manager.
Betty White is Prom Queen and All is Right with the World.
All the mean girls are talking to her now.
PDN 30’s Easy Breezy Beautiful Marcelo Gomes
I’m like a giddy child when PDN 30 is announced. One trend that stood out in a major way this year was a soft, over-exposed editorial style. Rainbows and chiffon and sunglasses and gauzy, sun-baked models.
This Just in: Weimaraners are the Best Dogs to Photograph.
Gahhh it’s that time again- when the images from the WKC Dog Show come out in the magazines and I laugh and feel oh so amused, in that delightful Christopher Guest-ian way. No one does it better than Landon Nordeman, and he’s true to form this year.
APB Fundraising Drive! With Donuts and Goldfish Prints!
Guys, it’s an exciting day here at A Photography Blog. It’s our (first) annual fundraising drive! Hold on while I channel Ira Glass.
Speaking of McGinley, Olympic floaters! And the Poconos.
So apparently while Jeff Burton was shooting McGinley-style for Wranger, McGinley was shooting McGinley-style for The NYTimes Magazine, of high flying Olympians. With four assistants (one of whom was Tim Barber) and a wardrobe by Rodarte. Who said magazines are running out of money? That must have been a lie.
Colts on Fletcher Street, Saints in the Wild.
I was trying to make some sort of cute pun with that title, so that we all might know I was talking about the Super Bowl, but it just turned into an album title. Which is fine, I really like album titles. In fact, the saddest thing about being a non-musical person is that I never get to write lyrics or come up with a band name.
Susana Raab: Cholita
I love this work.
Mark J. Davis, in Rural Mississippi.
I love the loose, painterly quality of Mark J. Davis’ documentary work. Recently Davis drove his Volkswagen Westfalia with outer-space curtains to Mississippi, and here’s the result.
Rebecca Greenfield: Quinceañeras.
I’m very much drawn to all things teenage lately, perhaps because I am completely confused by what a teenager is now. Until recently I sort of considered myself a 19-year-old, but now I’m elderly and the Mileys and Montanas are way out of my range of comprehension. (I also tried to speak with swear words and general pirate banter with a 16-year-old relative this Christmas and got in t-r-o-u-b-l-e with a parental figure, so I feel not just clueless but also shamed).
