At Yellowstone National Park. admirers of America’s beauty come from near and far. Leica Monochrom, 28mm Summicron.
America The Beautiful (Authentic)
Posted in Uncategorized with tags 28mm Summicron, Leica Monochrom, Yellowstone National Parkl on July 20, 2014 by johnbuckley100Nik’s Analog Efex Pro Is Pretty Fun
Posted in Uncategorized with tags 35mm Summilux Asph FLE, Leica M, Nik Analog Efex Pro, Nik Software on July 6, 2014 by johnbuckley100When Nik Software was bought by Google, we worried there would be no more investment in new products from what we believe is the best of the Lightroom plug-ins. And in fact, since that purchase — and since the various plug-ins such as Silver Efex Pro and Viveza are no longer available a la carte, but must be purchased as “Google Nik Collection” — there have been no announced upgrades of the best individual products. Recently, though, they released Analog Efex Pro, which is clearly aimed at photographers that wish to get in on the Instagram fun, even as they use their DSLRs or other “good” cameras, not their iPhones, to take pictures.
We recently read an essay about how modern-day Leica photographers take little advantage of the great lenses and sharp processing inside the digital Ms, because they are too busy reducing their images through software to mimic the look of film from the 1960s. There may be something to this. And it may be wrong to do — using your brand new Porsche to travel the Go-Cart track. But then again, sometimes it’s quite fun. Well done, Nik.
On How @Edward__Abbey Is A Disgrace To Edward Abbey’s Memory
Posted in Uncategorized with tags "Desert Solitaire", @Edward__Abbey, Edward Abbey, Twitter on July 6, 2014 by johnbuckley100It was through a retweet by Anton Newcombe that I discovered the Twitter feed of @Edward__Abbey, purporting to convey, if not actual quotes of the late environmentalist radical, then his sensibility a quarter century after his death. There are many such posthumous tweeters, from Richard Nixon to Oscar Wilde, and several are quite amusing. The Abbey feed, however, is a travesty.
Edward Abbey was many things — an entertaining novelist, a crackling wit, the desert Southwest’s poet laureate, a fiercely radical opponent of unchecked growth and sprawl that led to environmental desecrations such as the Glen Canyon Dam. He was wrong and illiberal on many things, particularly in what today we would recognize as a racist opposition to immigrants from Mexico, which he couched in terms of trying to protect the Southwest from a population explosion, but which was ugly any way you slice it. But he was funny. And persuasive in his humor. What he wasn’t was a one-dimensional, self-parodic purveyor of the communist dialectic. You wouldn’t know that from this disgraceful feed.
We don’t know if many of the purported quotes in the feed are actually from Abbey. We’ve given Abbey close study over many years, and the quotes in the feed just don’t quite sound like him. They are close, but no cigar. They read like the product of a humorless teenager who knows enough about Abbey to echo some of what he wrote or said, but not enough to be able to convey the nuances. There is a notable absence of Abbey’s humor, which aside from his passion, was his most attractive quality. Whomever is behind the feed makes Abbey sound like the biggest bore on the campus quad, not the writer of Desert Solitaire or The Monkey Wrench Gang.
As is its practice, after following Abbey, this morning I received an email from Twitter with “Suggestions based on Edward Abbey.” The first suggestion was @Che__Guevara. Of course it was. What a reprehensible hijacking of one of America’s great treasures.
At A 4th Of July Parade: America In Seven Pictures
Posted in Uncategorized with tags 35mm Summilux Asph FLE, 4th of July, Leica M, MacArthur Boulevard Parade on July 5, 2014 by johnbuckley100The MacArthur Boulevard Parade in NW Washington, D.C. would certainly not — to much of Red State America — represent the nation as a whole. To us, it was a remarkably apt depiction of America circa 2014 in all of its glory, from the tackiness of the purple dog to the self-parody of the plutocrats, but particularly the joy of the Bolivian immigrants celebrating their new home. Here are seven pictures that sum it up.
The 4th Of July
Posted in Uncategorized with tags 4th of July photos, 50mm Summilux Asph, Leica M8 on July 4, 2014 by johnbuckley100Saul Leiter: Early Black and White Is Out, And Adds To Our Appreciation Of His Genius
Posted in Uncategorized with tags "Saul Leiter: Early Black and White", "Saul Leiter: In Color", Howard Greenberg, Margit Erb, Saul Leiter, Steidl on July 3, 2014 by johnbuckley100
Saul Leiter: Early Color
When Saul Leiter died over the Thanksgiving weekend in 2013, he finally got the full appreciation for his artistry that he had always deserved: a big New York Times obit, a loving remembrance in The New Yorker, an outpouring. He was honored in death beyond the recognition he had received in life.
It’s tempting to think of him as a version of Vivian Maier who at least lived to be discovered in his lifetime. But Leiter was not an unknown; he was an acknowledged member of The New York School of photographers, which included Bruce Davidson, William Klein, Diane Arbus, and Helen Levitt. Some two dozen of his photographs were included, as early as 1953, in a MoMA exhibition curated by Edward Steichen. He had friendships with artists such as Richard Pousette-Dart, Merce Cunningham, and W. Eugene Smith, for years shared his life with the artist Soames Bantry, and worked as a fashion photographer. He was not an isolated nanny whose images were discovered only after his death.
But where Leiter’s story competes with his art for its sheer romantic power lies in the notion that he was not fully appreciated as one of the 20th Century’s masters of photography — not recognized as one of the greatest artists in the history of the medium — until relatively late in his career, when more than 40 years after many of his early pictures were taken, he shared with Margit Erb, who worked for his longtime gallerist Howard Greenberg, prints of his early color photographs, and was discovered anew. It was Howard Greenberg who fought for the recognition of his artist, even though it appears that he had, until the mid-Nineties, an incomplete sense of Leiter’s talents.
The 1996 exhibition entitled “Saul Leiter: In Color,” and the subsequent book entitled Saul Leiter: Early Color, can fairly be described as revelations, as exciting as the discovery of a Mayan city, an unknown manuscript by Joyce, the lost print of a film by Von Stroheim. What the world discovered was that, long before William Eggleston or Stephen Shore brought respectability to color photography, Leiter was producing work that bridged some magical cusp between painting and photography, his images taken looking out into the streets from inside the damp windows of New York City restaurants as striking as anything framed by urban Impressionists seventy years previously. His framing of subjects — in some cases half of the image given away to a window shade, leaving only a sliver of life to be depicted in an otherwise completely dark rectangle; his eery and precise geometry; his peering through windows of taxis and coffee shops; his use of reflections to shatter an image into multiple parts — was even more powerful than that of HCB, who had a Surrealist’s eye and an architect’s sense of balance.
And now, eight months after his death comes Saul Leiter: Early Black and White, a two-volume companion from Steidl, with a strong assist from Howard Greenberg, and we can now see many of the antecedents and parallel discoveries of Leiter as a black and white photographer. The volumes are divided, intelligently, between Interior and Exterior images, though Interior can also reflect portraits taken outdoors. There is no gainsaying that it is Leiter’s color photography that stirs the heart and guarantees his stature. But the black and white photographs, in many cases, show the same sense of geometric division of a particular scene that his color photographs depict, and which only a painter, or a genius — both of which describe Leiter — could have rendered.
Saul Leiter: Early Black and White is the most important photography book published this year, with the possible exception of the monograph accompanying the great Gary Winogrand shows in San Francisco and Washington. It is best to start with the color photographs and work backward to these monochrome images. Any photographer who wants to get a sense of how a painter would frame and envision a scene should immerse herself in Leiter’s work. And anyone who appreciates powerfully disruptive art should check out Leiter’s work. Less than a year after his death, with new books about him and his life celebrated in a documentary film, Leiter is finally getting his due. He received real appreciation in his lifetime, but it was incommensurate with his value, his importance, his unquestionable genius.
http://www.steidl.de/flycms/en/Books/Early-Black-and-White/0223414951.html
The Summer’s White Hydrangea Frenzy
Posted in Uncategorized with tags 50mm Noctilux 0.95, Leica M, White Hydrangea on July 2, 2014 by johnbuckley100The Backpack Roars
Posted in Uncategorized with tags 35mm Summilux Asph FLE, Leica M on June 14, 2014 by johnbuckley100Readers of Tulip Frenzy know we have given long study to the photography of Saul Leiter, but if there is a living photographer whose work in color we most marvel at, it is likely Alex Webb. What do we admire most about Alex Webb? Well, he is able to compose images where there are numerous stories being told in the construct of a single shot. This doesn’t even qualify as emulation, but it does give us a sense of how, with a wide-angle lens, one can have multiple planes of interest in a given composition. This gives us hope. Leica M, 35mm Summilux Asph FLE.
The Rainbow And Smile Between Tough Guy Hats
Posted in Uncategorized with tags 35mm Summilux Asph FLE, Leica M on June 10, 2014 by johnbuckley100Camper Van Beethoven’s “El Camino Real” Captures California Reality Better Than Steinbeck
Posted in Music with tags "El Camino Real", Camper Van Beethoven, Cracker, David Lowery on June 10, 2014 by johnbuckley100It was in the early ’90s, after David Lowery had moved east and formed Cracker, that he described in an interview with Rolling Stone the Santa Cruz milieu in which the early Camper Van Beethoven albums had been hatched. He described Santa Cruz as combining “carrot juice and cigarettes,” an image you can practically taste. A California environment that is simultaneously life affirming and louche, organic and carcinogenic, has formed a paradox at the heart of so many of his best songs, whether he’s operating in his Camper or his Cracker guise. In the most recent Cracker album, Sunrise In The Land Of Milk and Honey, it is clear that Lowery can view California through the honey light of its magical past. On Camper’s new one, the excellent El Camino Real, he’s back to understanding the state’s duality, not just the split between north and south, nor even California’s perpetual balancing act between bringing on the future while being mired in a dystopian present, but between, well, carrot juice and cigarettes.
Let’s give Camper Van Beethoven the accord they are due. Let’s not think of them as an ’80s nostalgia band — they’re far from it, as anyone who has seen their live shows lately can attest. Let’s credit them not simply with superb musicianship, their ability to rotate between gypsy ska, punk rock and Ummagumma-era Pink Floyd, a band that could as easily play Bonnaroo and a bar mitzvah. Let’s give them their due as having created, in 2004’s New Roman Time, not just the most impressive artistic work on the tragedy and absurdity of the Iraq War, but a thematic fantasy that captured the madness of post-9/11 America in the Bush years better than anything so far to come from our crop of major novelists.
We didn’t much like last year’s La Costa Perdida, which was a look at Northern California: to us, the songs just weren’t melodically realized, there was too much irony and edge even for an ironist. El Camino Real, though, is a complete winner. “It Was Like That When We Got Here” is as excellent a sunny rocker as you are likely to hear this surfing season, “Dockweiler Beach” sounds as if it could easily have come off Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart, and while “I Live In LA” will never be adopted as the Clippers’ theme song, its anthemic structure boot stomps anything you’ll ever hear from Randy Newman or any of the city’s faux-ironic boosters. We don’t pretend to understand why the album’s best song, “City of Industry,” shows up only as an iTunes extra, but we’re not complaining. This is the best album Lowery’s bands have released since New Roman Times a decade ago. Even as California waits for the Big One, all that real estate sliding into the sea, Camper fiddles and watches it burn.












