John Ford

A rockstar in his own right. I am remembering him today, along with all the concerts I worked with him at RCA. Before I was in the picture he was touring with Elvis...wish I good have done one of those with him. Later he was heading up something at RCA in New York. I really should have kept in touch with him after I left Vancouver...he would have opened a lot of doors for me.

New photo alert...I am unveiling this shot for the first time...


7/19/40 - 10/8/14

...that's John Ford on the far right and if you don't know the musician on the far left side, go away. Or ask someone to tell you who he is. Or you can look through this page you can find out who he is and no longer look foolish.

John Ford is in several sections of Everybody I Shot Is Dead. Pick up your copy now.
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Love Is Louder

I've written about the very talented singer/songwriter Jay Stolar a few times on here and I am doing so again because he has just released a poignant video with the message that "Love Is Louder." His video debuts a new song that shines a light on depression and other issues that cripple the lives of so many people.

Here's a photo of Jay the I shot at the Mercury Room (dressing room, actually) in May, which may have been the first time he wrote the words on his palm for a performance..


In the making of this video he has revealed his own struggles with depression and is hoping to reach out to help and enlighten as many people as he possibly can through his music. You can also get the single My Own Way on iTunes.


Please spread the word by sharing this video on your social media. You might even save a life.

Presenting An Image

I'm big on people watching. Since I was little, I've loved to imagine what it would be like to be that other person I'm looking at. While I'm not a Peeping Tom, if someone's drapes are open I will take a look in to see how they live. I'm curious about people's lives and what makes them tick.

More and more, I am finding out that most people are presenting an image. Or maybe it's that we are assuming things about others without them having to present an image. Recently, I've learned that several people I know are facing harder times than I would have imagined. I'm not sure if it was my assumption, or their ability to present an image...maybe a little bit of both. And when it comes to the artists (pick a talent - painting, photography, filmmaking, writing, music or all of the above) it's even trickier. I meet people and they appear to be flush, making a great living from their artistic endeavors, having gallery shows etc, etc. Then I later find out they are struggling to survive. I'm sure there are people who have met me and presume that I'm making bank. Is that the image I am presenting? Is it the idea if you act the image you will become the image? Or can we confirm that we are all struggling artists working toward that lucky big break the we truly believe is just around the corner?

I love shooting pictures and I want to get my feature film projects funded and made. I want more people to collect my work. I would also like to have a rep that would pitch me for jobs. And a gallery that wants to rep my fine art photography. For some reason, I am lost in making these things happen. I do get paid to take photographs but not at the level and income I believe my work warrants. And I have an artist friend that I think should be making a lot more money than he probably is. In the past year, I've come to realize that quality of the work really has no relation to the monetary returns. Follow Artnet News for a couple of weeks and you'll understand what I'm talking about.

I also have a penchant for shooting homeless people - FYI this post was originally titled "Homeless" with the idea that many of the people we know or are acquainted with could be closer to being homeless than we think. One of the times I went out shooting with Israel Broussard (talented actor and budding photographer) around New York, we ended up in the Bowery and came across these two characters.


It was a Friday in late July, around lunch time. I was immediately fascinated by the guy on the right and asked if I could take some photos. I also liked the sign that makes no sense. We ended up hanging with there for a half hour. I knew the guy on the right was homeless but was surprised that the guy on the left was too. He was sitting on this new computer case which I believe had his computer inside. He had been employed but had recently fell on hard times. Anyway, we introduced ourselves and learned that both were named Peter - the guy on the right is Peter Diaz. Diaz has been homeless for a long time. He had no qualms letting us know he loved his beer and was totally okay with living on the streets.


Hopefully that is apparent in this portrait I took of him. 


Peter Diaz was also happy to receive Israel's half-eaten sandwich. The more pictures I took, the more I really appreciated the relationship that these two men had forged. And that neither of them were presenting an image. They were fine with just being themselves, despite the fact they were homeless. They were not bitter and were actually enjoying the simplicity of their lives. At least that's how I remember this encounter.


I've thought a lot about the possibility of being homeless. I was homeless for a couple of weeks when I was barely of age and first moved California. And I wouldn't be surprised if I found myself homeless at some point in the future.

So let me toss out these questions. I'm interested and curious to see if anyone will answer them...Have you ever been homeless? Are you presenting or feel you have to present an image that you are better off than you really are? How far away are you from being homeless?

I'll go first: Yes. Possibly. Probably not as far as I think I am.


Another Saturday Night

It's Saturday which immediately reminded me of this song, written by Sam Cooke (1963) and covered by Cat Stevens (1974). The song was a top 10 hit for both of them.


I worked with Cat Stevens a couple of years after this concert, when he agreed to participate in my first book, Starart. When I was working with him in Los Angeles, he was Cat Stevens and when I went to work with him in London he was in the process of becoming Yusuf Islam. He was conflicted on continuing his participation in the book - which also includes Joni Mitchell, John Mayall, Klaus Voormann, Ron Wood and Commander Cody - since he was 'no longer' Cat Stevens. 

He chose to stay in the book because he had made the commitment, however, he did tell out the opening text (written from an interview I did with him) to his section of the book and most of the comments he had made about his art. I digitized the interview and may post it some tim e in the future. Thinking I should also find the original text that was going to be in the book and publish that at some point.

This is one of his pieces from the book. It is Untitled. Definitely inspired by his exploration of Buddhism. 


Enjoy the rest of your weekend!