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 (5)
Chipka
And I returned from Europe why? This single image captures so much of the incredible paradox of this country. We talk about freedom and tolerance, all while turning ourselves into the westernized Christian version of the Taliban. The brilliant colors and the sense of vibrant life in this image strangely underscores the complete absence of life and exuberance that has become life in these parts. Superb work, and I love the way that it's elegantly confrontational. What gets me about the debate involving marriage rights for gays and lesbians is the fact that the lesbian/gay community is not using its tax payer's leverage. If we aren't given equal rights, then why aren't we bringing up the fact that we pay equal taxes? Ah, but that's a discussion for a later time...in terms of this image...it's fantastic, and makes me miss civilized culture even more. Great work.
beachzz
Oh yeah, talk, talk, talk and more talk. blah, blah, blah and nothing ever changes. Right on, Corey!!
auntietk
It will happen. Did you know that girls weren't allowed to wear pants to school until about 1970 or so? We had to wear dresses every day. Wearing pants would get you sent home in disgrace, and that was PUBLIC school, not some private school with a uniform. When I was a kid the cops were spraying protesters with fire hoses because they were all standing around being black and telling the truth. Change comes slowly, but it DOES come.
MrsRatbag
What Tara said! And great capture!
Mousson
Fantastic !!!