Up All Night

I did not take this picture last night...

I was up until 4 in the morning last night in pursuit of sleep. I’m fortunate in that my insomnia is infrequent at best, two or three nights in a year. It doesn’t make the experience any more enjoyable but I can work with what I have and plan on caffeination the next day as necessary.

But there are two aspects of it that drive me absolutely buggy.

1. Bad Comedy

In the middle of a sleepless night, I feel a huge disconnect between my brain and my body and any attempt to clear that gap turns into a lame comedy act. Call it “Abbott and Lassie”.

Am I thirsty?
Woof!
Is it too cold in my bed?
Arf!
Was it something I ate?
Woof!
Third base!

It’s something, always something, but I will be damned if I can figure out what “it” is. I toss and turn for hours before I give up, call in dead to work and get up. That’s where the second frustration comes in.

2: I’m so busy, my head is spinnin’…

Last night I booted up my computer, loaded up my burlesque “annual” and hoped for the best. Two hours later I finally started yawning, but not before finishing up the layout for two more shows, deciding to cut another so I had a bit more space and cut four pages so I didn’t feel quite so overwhelmed by the project, at least at four in the morning.

I guarantee you that the next time I sit down to this, when I’m well rested, I’ll spend a lot of time just fiddling around with nothing, playing games and generally being completely unproductive.

Let’s hear it for working without distractions.  And let’s wish I could do it more often without having to wait for another sleepless night.

What did I think?

“What did you think of the show?”

Well…

I think the most frustrating thing about shooting burlesque these days is that I can’t escape the feeling that I’m the only one in the crowd who isn’t moved to delighted applause by what’s happening on the stage. It’s not that I don’t want to hoot and holler (or that I’m incapable of it) but I’ve seen it before. If it’s a 101 recital, I may have seen a number very much like that one only two months ago. Or last week, as these things start piling up.

The “bored housewife” who discovers dirty books or her husband’s infidelity and starts stripping off? That’s so iconic it’s entered the realm of the terminally cliched for me. It can be done, and quite well (as it was at the last 101 recital actually), but it takes a lot to make it stand out.

The “sexy” librarian or secretary or stewardess or whatever? If you start out as sexy, there’s not a lot of room for change. I love a good surprise burlesque (what, you mean the cleaning woman is actually…?) but it’s stronger when I’m not shown from the very beginning that she has a thing for rhinestones and bling.

But the thing that’s really getting under my skin these days are acts that involve any kind of shock value. When the dildo comes out, I stop caring. When the boylesquer starts fiddling with his testicles like it’s some kind of flesh colored slinky, the crowd goes out of its mind. Me, I roll my eyes and wait for the curtain.

Burlesque is all about the journey, not the destination. It’s a game of curves and layers, fabric and skin that should leave the audience wondering what the performer is going to do next and how she’s going to pull it off.  Literally. Fan dance? Comedy? Will there be props? What’s the story?

When the dildo comes out in the first minute, I already know how this is going to end — with a badly acted orgasm like an outtake from a bad porn film.

I like burlesque for the same reasons I don’t like porn: I don’t want to see everything. I want to see enough to deduce the rest on my own. The curves and sounds and forms are delightful but there are always those moments where we get an awkward anatomical Tab A -> Slot B shot that utterly kills my interest.  That goes double for burlesque.

It can be done well. The Von Foxies had a series of acts that were essentially comedic sex “workshops” and Waxie Moon can turn the act of masturbation into a demonstration of dramatic tension. Then there’s Paula the Swedish Housewife’s “bear rug” number, which simply has to be seen to be believed.

But when the vibrator comes out, I check out and I count my blessings that the shock acts are few and far between for now.

court hockey

game on!

I was outside the hall between recitals on Sunday when I heard these people playing hockey in Cal Anderson Park.  I ran back inside, grabbed my camera and snapped off a quick thirty or so shots before heading back inside.

I am inordinately pleased with this picture.  Part of it is a new subject matter (always a pleasure) but mostly because I found an opportunity to play around with panning shots, leaving the shutter open just a bit longer while keeping my focus on a central subject.  I have a long way to go with the technique, but I’m pleased with this as a start. The trick now is to keep my eye open for future opportunities to play with it.

seeing no matter what

Over Under

Despite its brevity, February has been a hard month and the last week left me angry, frustrated and exhausted by the time Friday rolled around.  By Sunday I’d had almost everything sorted out as well as a delightful day spent with Jen, but there was nothing to help the exhaustion, although watching the USA/Canada hockey match counted a great deal towards relaxation.  Mostly.

All of which would be undone by the Academy recital I had to shoot last night, keeping me up and out until around 11 at night.  Not fun.  So I’d get a cab, hop it home and crash out the instant the door closed, right?

Well my cab karma wasn’t exactly up to snuff so I wandered my way downtown and damn me for a photographer, but I kept seeing things that would make great shots.  Stand like so, angle like that wait for the light to change and…

But I was tired and had those Frost-ian miles to go before I could sleep, so the camera stayed in the bag.  I was going home and I would sleep.

Until I walked over I-5, spotted the transit construction going on beneath me and, so help me, I stood there for a good five minutes waiting for the highway traffic to be just right for a long-ish hand held exposure.

Then I went home.

Good night, Seattle.

one down (to do list update)

I got an e-mail from the Erotic Arts Festival today letting me know that I didn’t make the cut.

Eh.

I’m kind of bummed, but in light of recent developments in my life, I’m relieved that I don’t have to consider spending up to $180 in the face of unemployment.  I do have some other expenses (upgrading my software, maintenance) that can now at least be considered.

So in light of this development, here were the shots I submitted:

Kitten La Rue

Randi Rascal

Waxie Moon

And in other news: NEXT!

The Mission

The Mission... a happy hour burger.

My dad was so taken by my picture called Mission Accomplished that he had to wonder what the mission was, exactly.  I, being a dutiful son, did my best to satisfy his curiosity.  Yes, it’s a hamburger.  Yes, it was a challenge.  Yes, it was a challenge I was proud to face… with aioli sauce for the frites.

In fact, I think I may have to face it again.  Tonight.

Sir Lancelot: We were in the nick of time. You were in great peril.
Sir Galahad: I don’t think I was.
Sir Lancelot: Yes, you were. You were in terrible peril.
Sir Galahad: Look, let me go back in there and face the peril.
Sir Lancelot: No, it’s too perilous.
Sir Galahad: Look, it’s my duty as a knight to sample as much peril as I can.
Sir Lancelot: No, we’ve got to find the Holy Grail. Come on.
Sir Galahad: Oh, let me have just a little bit of peril?

–Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Book Review: Within the Frame

My job continues to decay, let’s look at something else again, shall we?  How about books about photography?

When I was younger, I took a fair number of photography classes but I stopped when I realized that they were all teaching the exact same thing:  This is how you turn your camera on and this is how you turn on the flash.  True, most of them did dip in a little bit on composition and the like, but given the limitations of the technology we had access to (I think I was shooting a 110 format camera at the time), it’s not like there was room for experimentation.  If you can’t focus your camera, let alone zoom or muck around with apertures, there’s not much to teach beyond that power switch.

When I got back into photography a couple years ago with the capability to experiment and fiddle, I hit the books trying to figure out what the heck I was doing now.  It was wonderful to figure out what f stops were about and how aperture affected the focal length and the importance of shutter speed and all that stuff that informs my work today.  Then I hit a realm of deja vu as I realized again that most of the books at a Barnes & Noble (or Amazon’s listings) teach the same thing over and over again:  here’s how you turn on the camera and this is aperture priority mode.  I’m not knocking them, but I’m looking for something different now.  I want to explore composition and framing and whatever it is that makes me perk up and think that this moment is a great shot, get the camera.

So I’ve been doing a lot of reading and I’m going to keep at it.  And the first book I read is Within the Frame: The Journey of Photographic Vision by David DuChemin.

I’ll say up front that I did not finish this book.  It’s not that I didn’t want to, I simply had to return it to the library first.

For the most part, I liked it.  It did a good job of straddling the line between the techgeekery and the artistry of photography and there was a fine example for every text explanation.  No sooner has DuChemin mentioned panning or night photography but there’s a picture to make it clear and attainable.  I think I’ll be checking it out again in the future to finish it up but I’m not feeling much of a rush to do so because there were two things that I found frustrating about the book.

First is that there wasn’t enough (at least in what I read) about working with your eye.  A lot of information about lenses and depth of field, but not much about how to look.  It was all very useful, but not what what I’m looking for.

And second is that I found the examples to be too exotic in some ways.  While I’ll be the first to agree that the shot of a temple in Kathmandu was phenomenal and the Indian holy man in New Delhi is a great subject, I’m left wishing for commonplace examples to explain some of his techniques.  How about a shot in his backyard or driving through Iowa?

Which is ultimately what I’m interested in.  Some of my favorite photographers are the likes of Cartier-Bresson and Brassai and while their work seems kind of exotic with the distance of time, they were shooting things they saw on the streets as they went about their days.  What we admire for being atmospheric was probably just another Thursday in the neighborhood as they went about their days.

Within the Frame is a very useful book for someone looking to explore and expand the technical horizons of their work, but I felt it lacked in the artistic arena.  Fortunately the next book filled the gap nicely.

O…

Baseball on the TV behind the bar?  Eh.

Football or basketball?  If I need distraction.

Soccer?  Only when something happens.

Hockey?  Me like hockey!

USA/Canada in the Olympics?  GET THAT FUCKING PUCK OUT OF THERE YOU ASSHOLES!!!!!

My girlfriend says I’m British.  I beg to differ.

Photo of the Day – Faust

WHOOSH!

I like playing with people who like to play with flash paper.  The challenge makes me entirely too happy and, OK, I admit, it’s a hell of an ego stroke to be asked to try to capture it.  Trust me, I will take far too many pictures trying to capture this exact moment.

I had a very fun evening last night shooting the latest class of the Academy of Burlesque.  It was probably the strongest groups I’ve seen in a long time, including several numbers that had me working very hard to not make flipbooks out of their acts.  The only downside is that I think my battery is old enough that it’s causing the occasional trouble, which is why I missed most of one act the second time through  (BOO HISS!)

An added bonus?  Jen was with me.  I don’t usually have company when I’m shooting shows.  It’s a matter of scheduling and time and occasionally the simple matter that I’m going to be there for a while.  But this time it worked out and it was lovely.  Seriously, one of the best perks was simply doing color commentary after the show: “I liked…” “That bit where…” “Oh and…”

I’ve seen enough burlesque that I can’t watch it without a critical eye and it was a pleasure to not be alone with that perspective.

Pictures will wait until later.  Right now is for breakfast.

deep breaths

Oh but this has been a frustrating week and having Monday off as a holiday probably didn’t help much.  Now that my job has an expiry date, it has dwindled to a tedious clerical grind.  Sure, it beats the living hell out of flipping burgers and I’m so very glad that I’m not reduced to asking “paper and plastic?” but it’s tedious, tiring and requires more standing on the job than I’ve had to deal with in about a decade.  Three more months of this?

Although I’m reminded of something I read in the book Predictably Irrational about a study where two groups of participants were given the same task of (I think) sorting papers alphabetically or by file number.  The first group was paid something slightly above minimum wage while the second group was given a much higher wage.   The researchers found that the folks in that first group all talked about how they made it fun and turned it into a game despite the tedium while everyone in the second group was in high dudgeon, shocked that they could be expected to do something like this! OMGWTFBBQeecummings?!?!ONE!1!?

Welcome… to the dudgeon.

BUT!

But this has gotten me off my ass (or at least off my feet) long enough to tighten up my resume so I can ship it around next week.  I’ll run it by some people first and then go nuts.  I’ll do data entry if I have to and I’ve got the chops for it, but I want out of this rut!

So it’s a good thing I have projects.

The Book project has expanded in fun ways.  What started as something that Mara and I were doing to challenge ourselves has grown to a group of four people including her friend Sean and Noelle, a bartender at Betty where the rest of us spend a fair amount of time.  The four of us got together yesterday to compare notes and see what our plans are, which was a lot of fun.  It’s very low key, not much “planned” as such, just a personal challenge to try something different.  For my part, my book is going to be hip shots and pictures taken when I wasn’t looking.  I’ve been playing around with the technique a lot in the past month and I’m honestly surprised by how pleasing some of those pictures are when compared with the shots I’ve taken after deliberation and consideration.

Probably the best thing to come of it (apart from our decamping to Betty for drinks) was that it got me to pull out the files for my burlesque annual.  Sean’s done a couple of photo magazines through Issuu and he explained a bit of his process, which got me thinking in different ways.  So I’m breaking the page up and playing with fonts and generally having a lot of fun with this again.  There’s still a long way to go but I’m excited again.  Excited to have something more to do with this than just throw a bunch of pictures on a page and call it good.

Lovely.

Now that I’m away from the office and not crouched over a copier, I feel human again with a whole ton of things I want to write about here.  I also have an Academy recital to shoot tomorrow and some serious quality time with Jen so that may have to wait a bit. Oh and sleep.  Lots of sleep. I hope.