Portrait of a Photographer

From a portraiture class at the MPLS Photo Center; most of mine came out pretty goofy, but I did kind of love this one. Afterwards we opened a window, threw off our shoes, and crawled onto the roof.

“Look like you’re about to jump off,” this one commanded the other student; a man maybe ten, fifteen years her senior. He eyed her nervously, then ran to the edge.

“Jesus,” I said.

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The Frostbite Ball

I got home around midnight, but I stayed up another two hours taking pictures of myself, since I’m apparently (vain) the only model I know how to work with.

Which is something I’d like to change, so if you’re ever in the mood to have some ridiculous costumed photos taken, perhaps out in a blizzard or all up in some birch trees, do send me an email.

Also fun: the Traveling Photobooth shots, pearls are a source of sorrow, and with all these riches, you could prescribe me anything.

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Postcards From a Composition Class

“Adrianne wtf seriously where have you been?” Guys! Guys I’ve been in a photo composition class! Well okay. That was just today. But you know how I like to do: I haven’t written in ages so I ply you with eye sweets at first. Happy Easter.

So here are some random things and people I shot today, after someone said “here’s what the rule of thirds means: go out and have fun for two hours.” I don’t know what his definition of fun is, but mine involves trespassing, climbing garbage piles, slithering under entranceways, and making strange demands of people I’ve just met.

Do any of them follow the rule of thirds? I’ll be honest, I’m still not entirely clear. But it’s funny how you can still find photos you like to take, even on a grey day at noon in North Minneapolis, even when you don’t know how to shoot that, even when you’re not inspired, at all. Best lesson all day.

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No

First of all, Block Island in May is one of the most beautiful places in the world. It’s neon green, wood-shingled, sleepy with fog. At nighttime the ferry rests at the New Harbor pier with its lights on, glowing in the mist like a phantom Titanic. Jed, Alexys, Keegan, Kelly, Jurvis and I came to spend the weekend riding our bicycles around its wee circumference, soaring up and down hills, around bluffs and beaches and paint-peeled barns. And it was lovely.

But the moment I went airborne, I knew what was coming.

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