Kasumi in the rain

No words, just pictures. Kasumi, visible.

soho in rain as cold as snow

Kasumi shocked face

Tom & Jerry's

Soft Grunge @ The Fifth Estate

Halloween came early this Sunday at monthly Sudnay concert series, Soft Grunge @ The Fifth Estate. I've been experimenting with the Samyang 85mm 1.4 lens for photographing concerts. It's perfect for isolating faces and gives an almost painted quality. The narrow depth of field results in some terrible and beautiful accidents for anyone who moves towards and away the from camera. I left before the later acts, but the first act #OST played some beautiful instrumental music:

Steve, #OST. Commercial break

Next up was Heavy Negatives, a band with a very soft spot in my heart. Their set was plagued by equipment issues, but their Addams Family inspired outfits were on point, and they ended up triumphing over these difficulties.

Vampire goddess

Doppler drummer

Tex, Jahnny

The lens also functions admirably in low light, especially on the A7 body, even at a relatively high ISO. Combined with a flash it also produced some lovely portraits. 

Amanda

Full manual in the dark is a work in process, but I look forward to the challenge. 

Upstate NY

I was upstate for a hot second this weekend for my sister's birthday. Driving over 11 hours this weekend was a lot. So please accept the following three autumnal pictures in the spirit of brutal exhaustion and 85mm/1.4 portrait lens.

Tex, Rockin' the Suburbs

I was possessed by the spirit of a stock photographer. We both like cats.

Basic, meow, basic.

Given permission, I will post more photos of the birthday, but the following photo is a good representative sample of events.

Mom has a kiki.

A rooftop in... Manhattan?

Sometimes when I think about my life, I think about how incredibly fortunate I feel for the people I know and the experiences I get to have. And almost immediately after, I think "I'm not lucky, I'm blessed, yes" and then Nicki Minaj's "Moment for Life" is stuck in my head on endless repeat for the rest of the day. I'm convinced the world is currently on a collision course with disaster but I'm so happy with the life I'm getting to enjoy before that happens.

Wow. That was bleak. But I DO feel lucky. I get to spend every Sunday on a beautiful rooftop with my friend Emily and a forest of plants tended to by her boyfriend Daniel. It's a perfect way to end one week and prepare for the next.

minimal editing. There is no Lower Manhattan, only Zuul.

But last week, I cheated on the roof. Twice. Saturday, John, Tex, and I stood on one rooftop and spied on the rooftop Tex and I would be on the following afternoon. I also spied on John and Tex, although John eventually tired of pretending to not notice being photographed.

Surprise!

The next day after a too brief moment spent in Emily and Daniel's oasis, we journeyed back into the city to visit Sean and Samantha's as the sun was setting. The view was beautiful. The company delightful.

from Sean's rooftop.

As day passed into night, Samantha went downstairs to prepare for Monday and Sean agreed to some flash photography before we went on our way.

Sean, 70's style/

Sean, 70's style/

It was a wonderful weekend full of intimate time with good friends in quiet outdoor spaces in a city that doesn't always offer offer anywhere near enough of either. As Ms. Minaj said: We're not lucky, we're blessed. Yes.


Maharlika: Filipino Breakfast Magic

I swore off brunch many years ago before leaving NYC for Seattle. I still eat a weekend meal involving eggs around 1PM every Sunday with my friend Emily, but I aggressively avoided a.) anything more than a ten minute walk from my house, b.) anything that had opened in the past six months, and c.) any brunch group larger than three people. I couldn't handle waiting in line for my first meal of the day, in a restaurant that didn't take reservations, and wouldn't sit anything less than a full party. 

But in the last few months I've mellowed. I've managed to generally eat a solid meal early in the day, gotten to the gym, and had several cups of coffee before venturing on a train to suffer the indignities of people really excited to see and be seen drinking their first mimosa of the day.

Modern love


Last week, I had a wonderful meal with Kasumi at Ngam, but sadly got few workable pictures of the delicious meat skewers, sweet and savory banana pancake, and awesome thai ice tea ice cream we shared. The meal was so good I briefly felt love for the teens texting in front of us and ignoring each other and the incredibly wealthy foreign family to our left. We plan to return in the near future and hopefully this time I'll have the right lens/camera equipment.

This weekend, my friend Colin and I went to Maharlika, keeping with the theme of the cuisine formerly known as "Asian fusion." I had prepared poorly. I had only eaten a low-fat yoghurt in the early AM and then worked out intensely. I was short of caffeine and got a text on my walk over informing me we couldn't be seated until I arrived. I walked in and Colin was waiting at the bar in an essentially empty restaurant. The menu did little to inform an American reader what the various Filipino delicacies were. The information architecture was off. The waiter was helpful though and once my initial wave of hangry wore off we were treated to an amazing meal.

First off, was the Eggs Imelda, described to Colin as "our version of Eggs Florentine." However, no one had prepared us for the huge head-on prawns.

Eggs Imelda

I became incredibly jealous until my plate came out. Taro Root Chicken and Waffles, with a sardine butter and caramelized syrup. It was sweet and rich and fatty and salty and umami and wonderful.

Flip'D Chicken and Ube Waffle

I don't remember much after that. The restaurant filled up and I didn't care. My stomach was happy and so was I.

Colin

Colin, however, remained skeptical about the world. Oh, Colin!