Brad Pitt and I share the exact same birthday (month, day, year) outside of that, our stories diverge considerably. Mr. Pitt went on to become an internationally famous superstar, while I have led the much more interesting life of the starving artist. I come from a long line of storytellers (whose gift for gab stretches back through the mists of time to our native Ireland) and professional malcontents who were seemingly born to create something in the arts, be it music, writing, sculpture, painting, or photography. I started writing at age 12 with a screenplay with my cousin Ryan about a planet where everyone looked like Elton John entitled "Don't I Know You?" More screenplays followed, several of which received epic Super-8 production with budgets that sometimes ran up to $10. A few even had sound!  More writing followed: songs, poems, short stories, numerous unfinished novels, etc.. Somewhere in there was an attempt at being a rock star...
Still living at home, at age 22, my father dropped an elderly Nikromatt 35-mm film camera into my lap, in the hopes that I would "make a go of it" as a photojournalist. That didn't happen, but I did develop an abiding love of photography that along with writing and archival work have been among the chief passions of my life. When it comes to my photography, I try to be as creative as possible while at the same time striving for a documentary/archival quality. The only set rules I adhere to, when it comes to making pictures are: 1.) Try not to make the picture blurry, and 2.) Don't drop the camera.
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Comments (11)
Chipka
You know, you have this urban thing down to a tee. This is a perfect capture of the stark, weirdly Soviet-effecient and bland/cold design so favored by the wonderful CTA...(they're in the middle of their annual budget crisis aren't they?) The light is perfect, and I love the cracked and craggly texture of the peeling walls. I can almost smell the disturbingly organic empty bladder scent of the place, overlayed with antiseptic cleaners slopped on with a big ol' mop. There's a definite mood to this piece as well...it's very atmospheric. Great work, as always. By the way, I miss that bar, Charmers...this brings back those memories, especially since I had to climb those stairs after drinking that clear stuff in small shot glasses.
beachzz
I love this, it seems to be SO high,and I'm not sure where I'm going!! But there are a couple of people there on top, so that's a good sign. Great urban shot!!
pashiel
I really like the way the RED hand rails draw your eyes up the stairs. Excellent POV
auntietk
Great pov! I love the way you're off center to the stairs ... it changes the mood from the more "classic" straight-on view in some indefinable way. Nicely done!
durleybeachbum
Superb! Quite depressing at first glance, but with a tinge of hope at the top. Thankyou SO much for your kind comments on my 2D!
mermaid
what a great and in some way very symbolic shot
MrsRatbag
That red handrail grabs me too...it makes me want to go up and see what's there. I agree, the POV is perfect. Great work!
kasalin
Most beautiful ! Excellent pov, lighting, love the atmosphere ! Pretty post 5* :)
anahata.c
I can't believe you got Jarvis! I lived there forever. I walked those stairs a million times, though when I lived there it was painted a more greenish hue, and it wasn't as well lit. (It seemed greenish, I could be wrong.) You got the painted but crackled walls, the mindless-inducing lights, the flow of the handrail which was supposed to be a touch of the aesthetic, but which never was, and the crazy curves of the upper level. A true elevated platform shot, more sterile than NYC's, more clean and yet more drab. I can see your gallery is going to be a home-pictures album. I'll look forward to more. (A memory you may know: When the El's came by in winter, they'd be going very slow—this being right near Howard, the end of the line—and the sparks and blasts under the snow looked like a god was rolling in; and those sleepy old trains suddenly took on a terrifying aspect. You only saw it at night, where the sparks were visible; and I always thought the El was finally showing its true nature, obliterating its otherwise embarrassing status as a dull soiled train-line that people used only because they 'had' to...)
NefariousDrO
I really like this shot. I've got friends that live in Chicago, and tried to move there a couple of times. One of these days I'll probably be there, myself. Like you said: either moving away from something, or towards something. Great photo!
francinechristophe
Excellent ! I like the contrast dreary walls and flashy orange.