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Mallory Dichtey
My friend Mallory is the new Cobrasnake photographer and she was at the Family Guy 100th episode party last night. Congrats, girl.
My good friend Chester posted this to Culture Warrior the other day. Naturally, I thought of you.
© Greg Wasserstrom
I tinkered with the new look of my site a bit more as well as the photographs included in The Doldrums and I’m happy with the results. You can check that out at gregwasserstrom.com. Subtle changes, and I carried the pink through to the blog. Looks ok, I think though I want to redo this entire thing. At the moment I dont really have the technical expertise or the time - plus I should focusing on more posts!
Also, I’m going to start posting more of my writing which hopefully won’t bore you too much (I’ll illustrate whenever possible). I’m realizing, contrary to what I have said in the past, that my passions for photography, writing and politics are all coming from the same place. It’s all the same pursuit - it’s all observational, descriptive, revelatory.
And this just occurred to me. The photograph I’ve included in this post is a newish one, from The Doldrums, and I’m quite happy with it. But a photograph as satisfying as this one isn’t without complication. When photographers take images like this one, are we not literally taking it? What I mean is, since I didn’t this scene up myself, since I came across it in someone else’s apartment, was it not their creative sensibility that makes this shot interesting? Certainly, I composed the photograph, chose what to include and exclude, but doesn’t that make it a collaboration? Can I really take credit for it?
And finally, if i may say so: I’m very happy you’re here. Writing this blog has been tremendously rewarding for me in more ways that I can recount. The reason for this isn’t anything I’m doing at all - it’s you. Interacting with you is wondeful and I’m thrilled to get to know so many people I’ve communicated with through this forum in the real world. This whole thing means a lot to me, so please don’t go away!
Her hair is up, tied up somehow, I can’t really describe it, but it’s like a little girl’s might be. It’s this kind of muddy, indecisive shade of brown. White wires come down from the earbuds she’s got in her ears, her head bobs, her body sways back and forth, lightly, completely asynchronously with the rhythemless flute music drifting across the subway platform. Her coat is white even though it’s the first day of fall and she has a scarf tossed around her neck, its white and black and fuzzy, like TV static. She looks down at her feet, her toes pointed inward and maybe wriggling a bit in her black on black canvass shoes.
Another time I fell in love on the subway, I was coming up out of the station in a part of town I only visit when I need to buy something for the apartment. A girl was walking ahead of me, there was a certain something to her stride, and again those black canvass shoes. It was still warm then, or I should say, much warmer than it is now, and her skin shimmered slightly. On the street we went different directions. I turned around to watch her round the corner. How pleasant that she’d done the same.
Back on the platform, the girl in the white coat she steps forward, peering down the track, checking for the train. It’s coming, and then it arrives. I loose sight of her. I write about her from memory.
© Greg Wasserstrom
I just updated the long-neglected portfolio part of this site, added a new series called The Doldrums, the set my Fjord and Must Warn Others selections came from. I guess I’m sort of still working on it but at least now it’s up where it can be seen.
I’m still working on my sex book, The Honorable Parts. I promised it mid-August which was incredibly presumptuous of me because I don’t have nearly enough pictures for it yet. So give me a call next time you’re about to knock boots, and I’ll come hang out. Sound good?
© Greg Wasserstrom
me: hey!
Bryan: hey man
me: hows it going/
howd the show go?
Bryan: pretty well. just got back
fucking awesome!!
me: yeah?
Bryan: yeah, you sold one
me: i did?
holy shit
Bryan: yeah, the swimming hole
me: fucking a
how much?
Bryan: i think $75, it’ll buy an african child school supplies
me:
dude that’s rad
im so stoked
Bryan: yeah, the galllery was small but super nice and the installation looke dreally good
me: fucking a
Bryan: lots of people for the opening and al. old guys with berets and shit
me: haha
do you have any pics of it?
Bryan: nah
there are shows on last nights shoes .com
but they are only shoes
me: hahah
So this would be the first time I’ve ever sold a print to someone who wasn’t a friend or relative. I’m glad that milestone could occur as part of the MWO launch, and the money will go to charity. Also, I didn’t realize how profane my speech is until reading back. Sorry, Mom.
Highlight: Dinner with Grant, Lana and Grady. Otherwise, it could be a blues song. My baby left me, I’m out of work, I lost my camera and my hard drive died.
Can I just say something about these hard drives? Every single one I’ve ever owned has crapped out on me. I know my friend Katsie has like bunches of them, most backing up the others, but is there a single dependable drive out there? 500GB of void, that’s what I have. Someone let me know.
I don’t like to compain. On the positive, Must Warn Others opened in Seattle, and I’m eager to get a report from Bryan Schutmaat about how that went. I wish I could have made it out too buddy, I’m sorry I couldn’t, but leave an update in the comments. I can’t want to see the book, the PDF looks terrific.
I was going to link to a breakup song I wrote once, but I can’t, because it was on that hard drive. Give it a listen on MySpace, it should autoplay.
Must Warn Others make’s it debut! A benefit show for World Vision. Exciting Stuff! Ian Whitmore, Greg Lutze, Bryan Schutmaat, Jerad Knudson, Christina Lutze, Lief Anderson and yours truly. Wish I could be there! There’s a book to accompany the show even, soon to be available thru the MWO website.
