Nothing like the moon

My mistress is not of the sun cycle, but whispers in the ears of the wind on the full moon and I have no choice but to listen with my whole and overflowing heart. Within her voice I feel truth and its light companion; love. Nature in all its effervescent amplitude is devouring the late afternoon, and I am hostage to the Earth. But I am also drenched in fire, swimming in the air and laughing in the water. The four elements live for each other, and combine into one another and reach oneness at the circular center, where consciousness abides and the cosmic romance is in full flow. One can only breathe and acknowledge that life's deepest mystery is unfolding right in front of and directly behind one's eyes and when Nature is respected and honored, she will open her heart unto you and you will never be the same again. On October 14th, 2008, the circle above was created and in the sky were generous hues of feminine pastels and pinks and mauves, all softly integrating one with the other, then in the center a masculine streak, but of a temperate, quiet blue, at once opposed to the surrounding softness and yet also gently focussing its tentacle of color into the splendour of the divine mystique. There is naught but awesome beauty in the eye of the circle. Naught but precious understanding within the aura of the radius. Naught but silent contemplation amidst the perfect circumference.
Gratitude to the ancestors of our human being race, who discovered the sacred geometry of the universe and taught us to follow suit and begin again to create the circles of Nature, so that we may counter-balance the grotesque forces of the modern catapult.

moma moma moma

I was at MoMa shortly after Taniguchi's massive extension/intervention and although I appreciated the complexity of the task he was given and the constraints the site inherently owns...I was left feeling 'corporatized'...and bereft of spatial inspiration....I couldn't understand the placement of Monet's water lillies....some of the largest paintings made to look small at the bottom of the Atrium...bizarre indeed...what was more bizarre was the placement of objects in the modern furniture collection...I almost thought I was at Ikea....or Pier One....maddeningly amateurish....and lacking in spatial sophistication...that particular exhibit dethroned MoMa from its precipice and placed it squarely in the middle of the road...still, despite the calamities I enjoyed my visit and in particular loved the Airport Information system (see photo above) and of course the E-type jaguar sitting proudly polished with an aura of supreme confidence. Most recently I was at MoMa again for the Richard Serra exhibit, which confirmed his genius and placed him high on the list of all time greats....

we're all companions to isolation until your soul mate comes along

What does Eleanor Rigby know about the solitary nature of existence that this poor and unfortunate chair doesn't?

Interiors from the Gods of taste

Colin Cowie is best known for the lavish parties he plans for major celebrities such as Oprah Winfrey and his books about lifestyles. What is less known is his impeccable taste in interior design as can be seen by the above photo, which I had shot for Florida Travel and Life Magazine featuring his lovely condo high above the streets of South Beach. Working with Colin Cowie was a really wonderful experience...he helped me elevate my own work through his attention to detail and enthusiastic persona. This photo was shot around 6.30 pm shortly before the sun went down creating a nice balance between inside and outside lighting. Using a couple of soft boxes on low power and ambient light, a simple set up resulted in a pleasing photo.

Eternity is a serious issue, even when you think the sun won't rise.

Architectural Photographers are generally not known for their portrait work. Any look at the pages of Architectural Digest will tell you that posed, geometric portraits are the order of that day. But the order of this day is to dispell that myth...creativity in my perception is based on the same muscle that causes both rational and spontaneous artwork to manifest itself. A meeting of the right and left brain is entirely possible, if one can just make the leap from one court of perception into another without the baggage. The photos above were made in the days before I even knew who Frank Lloyd Wright was! But something tells me that he might enjoy photos such as these that exhibit the free flow of creativity in action. A true Child of the Sun.
These are from a series of portraits I made of the dancer Taylor Clifton, a subject of some of Robbert Mapplethorpe's portraits in the 1980's and a former dancer with the Harlem Dance Troop. Taylor used to dance within this mortal coil, but sadly left us about 16 months after these photos were created.