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 (7)
Chipka
WOW! Well, I knew about your move and as I said then, I'll repeat: Welcome to the rectal sphincter of Chicago! Okay, maybe its not that bad...it's a bit more small intestinal than actually hard-core...um...well never mind! Anyway, this is a great shot, and it captures wonderful details INSIDE the car as well as outside. It has that kind of Bug on a windshield feel that works really well in some genre of photography with a French name that translates to "Bug on the Windshield" style of photography. The French, you know, have names for every genre of art out there! Great contrasts, and I particularly like the way the buildings seen directly outside are somewhat more fuzzy and less defined than those seen through the actual back window. Chicago is SO like that!
beachzz
There was a time in my life when I moved about every couple of months. From the time I moved out of my mom's house till I moved where I am now, I was never anywhere for more than 9 months. I know about moving, but I sure never thought to record it this way. The only good thing about moving that much is everything I owned could fit into a VW Bug. You could cram a LOT of stuff into one of those damn things!! Great shot, Corey, it does give all kinds of different POVs all at once!!
auntietk
I love all the different views in this shot. I've never been able to get a side-view mirror shot that didn't have me IN it, so I'm totally impressed with this!
myrrhluz
This is totally cool! Ditto on what's been said about the POV. Great capture!
durleybeachbum
SO stressful! I don't do moving...but I admire those who can move in a carload or two. I should need a fleet of articulated lorries. A strangely compelling pic, not least because we drive on the left so this image has an almost subliminal danger inherent in it. Best wishes, Corey, in your new home.
elfin14doaks
Sorry about your move, this is an awesome shot though.
elfin12u
Moving alone just sucks,...an unplanned move, based on reasons far too complex and numerous to go into now, completely bites the big one!! (I've never figured out what that remark really means, but it has an incredible suckish sound to it). I've been to the south side of Chicago, not an area I would be readily willing to go back to without a small personal army dedicated to just watching out for me. Of course we were just foolishly driving around at that time, and didn't realize where exactly we were, until we were pretty deep in. I'm sure that being complete strangers, didn't help our situation much, we didn't live there, and we didn't belong there either,.....and that fact was made incredibly obvious. I'm hoping that at least a few things have changed over the last 15 years, Take good care my friend, I'm sorry for the unfortunate circumstances leading up to this moment!