First thing in the morning off to shoot Cousin Dave who is an old friend, Nat's cousin. I met him when I was 16 and ironically we both ended up at Hampshire together. He is now a psychoanalyst and it was my first time meeting his wife, Wendy and daughter Imogen. His parents (who I met at least 20 years ago) also happened to be in LA so it was a family portrait.
Then off to Ojai to have a little r&r with Henry and Moira who moved last February from Maine. I have missed them and their adorable son Jack dearly, so it was nice to be able to include a visit with them in this trip. We were also able to pick up Henry's brother James and his friend Alexa who flew in from NYC to road trip with us.
They have a very sweet place with an orange tree in the backyard (!) where Jack is able to run around.
I usually fly out of Portland, but when I saw Virgin had a direct Boston to LAX flight for $150, I decided to break my normal rule and take the bus at 3:15 am to Logan. It was totally worth it, those Virgin planes are new and nice and comfy.
Since none of my dear LA friends were able to get me at the airport, I chose to master public transportation, and took the bus to the Metro and then walked a little over a mile to Colin's house with a burger and pints pit stop at Stout along the way. Public transport in LA is not as bad as everyone claims. Swear.
Then a walk up the hill and a little down time in the back yard before Colin got home from work.
Then time to take Simon the dog for a walk up the big hill.
Then a little wine picnic and maybe an accidental tumble or two down the hillside, self portrait with a random guy who always sits in his garage day and night, and a house that is a replica of Tara from Gone with the Wind with a striped cover on it (unfortunately).
Then off to meet Siri for dinner at Cliff's edge when my camera battery died ....
My husband Lee and I go to the photo-a-go-go every year hoping to be the highest bidder on one of your prints. Needless to say we are always outbid. Your generous offer has emboldened me to make you an offer… My husband works during the week by New York City and he would love to have a bit of Maine to look at to remind him of the outings with our six year old daughter, Rowan, during the summer months and his work as a geophysicist on the bogs in Maine. This triptych would be great in our tiny shotgun condo in Jersey City, a mere 10 min. PATH train ride to Midtown Manhattan. BY the way, you are more than welcome to stay in the condo for a weekend if you need to travel to New York City for your Facebook project. If you accept my offer I can pay via paypal or by check, which ever works for you.
I told you this story at the time but it’s good. As we got old, my wife’s and my grad. school friends all moved away from California and we were sad. Finally, our favorite friend ever got a job in Maine and left. We went to visit her and saw the first show she curated and you were in it! I was so excited, I hadn’t talked to you in years. I still have the catalog around here somewhere. I guess that’s not that great a story, but it was cool at the time. Anyway, Sharon’s on your email list, right?
94706 ( La Napoule, France)
Untitled 30713 (Varkala, Kerala, India)
Untitled 58304 (North Haven, Maine)
Untitled 45012 (Cape Elizabeth, Maine)
Also, I have 3 year old twins (which is why I have no money), you can photograph them when you come to Cali. Or me, but they’re much more interesting!
I’m kind of distracted/paralyzed by the Japanese earthquake thing. It’s crazy how kids make you worry about everything.* Also, possibly, living on the west coast right on top of the the worst possible fault doesn’t help.
So my brain is a little fried and I don’t have a really good story, but the thing the boys have started doing this week is pretending they are frogs, which consists of getting on all fours in the bathtub and licking each other. It’s pretty hilarious/mischievous.
PS I have very vague memories of visiting you in the mission when we first moved out here 16 (!) or something years ago but it doesn’t constitute a story unless I can reconstitute some brain cells. All I can say is that the mission has gentrified considerably!
*If you visit us in person I’ll tell you the story of how one of my sons needed brain surgery when he was 9 months old, and how it changed/broke me, but it’s too much to type. Also we have a place for you to sleep and beer and coffee and whatever else you need….
I can't believe it has taken me this long to thank my trusty and loyal intern/assistant, Jake. Lucky for me he decided to take the semester off from school. He is the mastermind behind the blog, has spent hours tirelessly scanning and spotting images, updating the website, sending e-mails and generally doing whatever I ask without complaint. Like tonight, when I was scrambling at the last minute to get everything scanned before I leave for LA tomorrow night, he volunteered to come in and help save the day. Thank you thank you thank you.
A true story for Tanja about Untitled 94706 ( La Napoule, France)
As a child, she emerged from the water. Fully grown, seaweed in her strawberry hair. For many years she remembered she could breathe underwater—and she did so nightly, in her dreams.
Over time, the dream memory faded. She stopped swimming. She showered rather than taking a bath. It all saved time.
After an accumulation of time… After. After. A lifetime later, and good friend died. She found herself in the Caribbean, swimming with the sparkling fish—and she began to remember her fluid nature.
Imagine her surprise. One day she saw it in a photograph—stunning. Right there, in the front left quadrant of the image. Her portal.
It is worth so much more than I can offer—but I am super broke after the divorce stuff this year! (It was hard to choose my fave! Also love the green tones of the water in Israel—the Mediterranean?)
I love you. I love your work. You are my artistic mentor. To see what you see how you see it will be one of the most beautiful mysteries of my life. I will take any print in any size and cherish it always! I may not be there to bribe you with drinks but I'm hoping I can bribe you with LOVE!
PEACE OUT GIRLFRIEND!
P.S. see you soon I hope!
(DISCLAIMER → This is a stream of consciousness letter)
OR... WHY I'M BROKE AS SHIT.
On October 26th 2010 I packed my car and drove to Athens, GA. I'm impulsive and it worked out for me at the time. This town welcomed me with open arms, greeted me with a beer, and invited me to stay. So I did. However moving is expensive. And so is drinking. And I just signed a lease. I'm trying to be a grown up. But I'm Really Really happy here. I miss Maine but Seriously, FUCK WINTER. One day when I'm rich and famous I'll buy all you work.
Part of the impetus for this project, is my strong belief that we are all affected and effected by the places we live and travel to, and the people we surround ourselves with. Next to photography -- travel, food and friendships are the greatest loves of my life. This has been a way for me to combine them all. It has been amazing to me, with about 75 "friends" under my belt, how kind, generous and supportive everyone has been. How almost strangers or once close close friends have opened their homes to me, introduced me to their friends and family, cooked for me, made drinks for me and most importantly allowed me to photograph them in their intimate spaces. DC was my first real trip for this project into uncharted waters. I didn't know the city, and hadn't seen most of the people in a long time. I've been home for a little over 24 hours and feel that maybe this project isn't as crazy as I sometimes think, and maybe it actually is possible to photograph that feeling I treasure so much when laughing with friends over the dinner table, telling stories and drinking too much red wine. With a warm heart and a little sadness, I said goodbye to DC and my amazing hostess.
Goodbye, comfy couch.
Goodbye sweet and cozy, #701.
Goodbye headquarters #2, the 8th floor deck.
Goodbye Metro, that is fast, safe, clean, yet super confusing and Goodbye, conversations overheard on the Metro like:
"How many granbabies do you have?"
"4, 3 from one son, 1 from the other. Shoot, the other might have 3 too, I don't even know."
"Well I have 6."
"They just don't stop nowadays, they just keep goin and goin and goin, not like us, just having 1 or 2."