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A Life in Miniature

Tuesday, March 30th, 2010

In prepping for Paris, I could (after four years) no longer postpone purchasing a new and perfect digital camera. I had been eyeing the hunky chunky Canon G10′s and G11′s for over a year, but at almost $500, until they shoot HD Video, I figured I should hold out. I also considered the Canon S90 with a ring around the lense the user can assign to adjust either exposure, ISO, or focus – but after finally trying one out this past weekend, the ring seemed clicky, clunky and surprisingly inconvenient.

I ended up opting for a camera that wasn’t really ever on my radar screen – the Canon SD1400, and here is why:

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First off, it’s awesomely pocketable. There’s already a D-SLR in my house, so it’s nice to have something on the way other end of the size spectrum.

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Initially I thought it was almost too small, but after firing some test shots in the store, I noticed that when the flash fired, it didn’t fry out the image into white, hot, horribleness. The camera automatically dials down the force of the flash, depending on the shooting conditions, to ensure un-ugly images. The camera was tiny, but it was proving to be quite quick and ultra clever.

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At 14 megapixels and $279 dollars, while still at the store, I went online quickly to see if there were similar Canon models with less pixels and for less pennies, and of course there were. But those models didn’t have my new favorite shooting mode/effect: Miniature.

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Used to replicate the Photoshop tilt/shift effect that transforms ordinary cityscapes into seemingly scaled-down miniature sets from movies, applying this shooting mode isn’t just awesome for wide, outdoor shots of streets and oak trees.

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It’s just as enchanting using indoors and close-up, for mega-macro close-ups or almost Holga-like abstractions of ordinary, straight-on set-ups. (You might need to click and enlarge the images to properly witness the full miniature effect.)

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So with a D-SLR, my Lomo LC-A, and my new pocket-powerhouse SD1400 from Canon set for departure, I’ll be able to obnoxiously over-photograph every pastry, peony and park bench I come upon in Paris.

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Riding The Rails

Thursday, March 11th, 2010

Never has a vagabond-ing bum looked so honest and hard-working. Or maybe it’s the opposite…

Never has a hard-worker looked so bummy and so vagabond-ing.

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Were it not for the gloves, I’d probably toss quarters in the guy’s dingy tin cup and walk on by. But what with the white jeans and the kerchief and the lovable gloves worn without any coat, he isn’t so much a street corner charity-case as my (surprisingly employed) Spring Style Icon.

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Work Force

Tuesday, February 16th, 2010

I think of photos like these when I have to do something boringly back-breaking, like shoveling mounds of Minnesota snow.

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(And, note to self:
Invest in some overalls.)

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Homework

Friday, February 5th, 2010

I know it’s the weekend, friends, but I’m giving us all a homework assignment.

Get yourself a treat and enjoy it next to your glowing-est window. Make sure it’s otherwise dark inside, and make sure it’s good and quiet.

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When you think you’re finished, look just a little bit longer and listen just a little bit more…

Then on you can go.

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Plumes

Tuesday, February 2nd, 2010

On my window today, there sat a frosty peacock…

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…and it stood still just long enough for me to snap its picture.

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Punching In

Friday, January 8th, 2010

Pete, Catherine, and especially Josie all better watch their backs…

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My plaids are now flannel, my thermos is full to overflowing, and my un-scuffed shoes are straight from Japan.

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I’ve been perfectly outfitted for the new position I blackmailed myself into down at the Packard Saw Mill and my first order of business is tracking down trouble.

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(Trust me. I can find it anywhere…)

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Anytime, But Now

Sunday, December 13th, 2009

There’s a trick, and I’m figuring out how to master it, in creating a head-to-toe timeless look that says to the world “Anytime” and yet still whispers clearly enough “But definitely right now.”

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My best guess is keeping everything square and standardized, and then finding one focal feature to totally flub.

Any other theories?

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A Saucy Suggestion

Wednesday, November 4th, 2009

At an almost fancy film-festival nearly three years ago my best friend told me about this girl named Saucy and I instantly hated her.

“Is her name seriously Saucy?” I asked.

“I think,” said my friend.

“And what did she say to you?” I asked.

“She had an accent and she said ‘Oh I saw the poster for your movie. It’s like a rip-off of Juergen Teller, right?” my friend recounted.

So, needless to say, I didn’t like some super skinny, stylish to the point of scary little thing slamming our movie’s aesthetic as a rip-off. (Stylish foreigners intimidate me, I admit.)

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But a few days later, after having seen our actual movie, Saucy stopped using the word rip-off and started gushing on and on over our mini-movie, begging to buy the costumes featured in the film. So, egos being what they are, I stopped hating her just about instantly.

Although she looked sullen, super-styled, and snotty, she was actually friendly, fun and unfussy in person. She said she was an Australian photographer with childhood ties to America, her name wasn’t really Saucy (although her nickname most definitely was), and she had a blog about her life and her art called Cigarette Jeans.

So although I only knew her for five days and four conversations, I kept up with her blog through the past three years. Her love of photography seemed to ebb for a while, but her writing was always a stitch. Like if the CATHY comic strip was post-feminist and actually funny, or if Carrie Bradshaw wrote about idiots and omelettes instead of bags and Big. Really, the way Saucy can ridicule the tards of her day, or fawn over fudge brownies on Cigarette Jeans is top notch.

For a while, I kept meaning to post comments like, “Saucy, you should set aside photography and concentrate on being a wise-assed writer. I think it’s your true calling.”

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But Saucy was recently sent back to Australia, away from her boyfriend, and is pouring her mourning into a reinvigorated barrage of flashy, fun photographic work. I keep dragging images off her site and wanting to design pretend cd covers with them.

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For me, the best blogs are secret sneaks into someone else’s life and Saucy’s sometimes-Aussie life is droll and delicious and delightfully lensed.

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I’m really glad I met her. You should meet her too.

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Window Shopping

Friday, October 30th, 2009

I took tennis lessons several summers as a kid. It was one of the few sports that seemed civilized.

Its style, surprisingly, never reasoned into why I enjoyed it so much. When I think now of all the missed opportunities to really dress the part, in crisp whites and whatnot, I scold my childhood self.

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Fair Play

Tuesday, October 27th, 2009

This weekend I developed a roll of 35 mm film and found some pre-Labor Day photos I’d taken with my Lomo LC-A, including images of my first (of two) visits to the Minnesota State Fair.

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One of my favorite places at the fair is the Agriculture building. The first reason is that the signage and the restrooms are all as they were 50 years ago.

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The second reason is the gradient jars of ribbon-winning honeys.

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I only rode one midway ride this year, and it wasn’t the Kamikaze – but its red, white, and blue flashing lights were a joyride of their own.

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An unremarkable rabbit who did nothing to warrant being photographed.

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The view from our sunset SkyRide. Half the fun is waiting in line and hoping you get assigned your favorite gondola color. (Faded Retro Turquoise. But I think we got stuck with Boring Grass Green.)

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Hall of Famer

Monday, August 31st, 2009

Once you reach a certain age, if you were ever, on occasion, wise or lucky or brave in your younger years, then certain selections in your wardrobe end up older than you maybe care to admit. For many of us bopping around these blogs, however, a decade(s) old, well-worn wardrobe winner is something to be cherished, to be celebrated, I would think.

Today, on this last day of August, 2009 I’m proudly founding a personal Wardrobe Hall of Fame whose members have proven over the many years, in the face of changing trends, through risk of shrinkage, loss, fading and fraying, to possess enduring style and unrivaled wearability.

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The first inductee is a beat-up black Orlando T-shirt. Already vintage when purchased pre-fall of 1996 for six or eight bucks, this shirt pre-dates the official vintage/graphic T trend that launched soon-after and to this day has not ceased.

This was the shirt I’d wear in my youth on rare visits to clubs where everyone watches each other, meat-market style. It’s cool, it’s authentic, but it’s quiet and helps to hide that I try so hard.

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Admittedly, I haven’t worn it often in the past few years. The collar’s disintegrating, there’s holes in both armpits, the black has bleached to brown in spots on the front, and the lettering reads ORL only, instead of ORLANDO.

I don’t usually dress so distressed and a mess and I didn’t want to damage the piece irreparably through further wear, but unless I’m gonna turn my Hall of Fame into an open to the public museum (which I’m not), I might as well just wear the thing until it or I entirely die.

Closer, clearer look at the first inductee, after the rare jump.

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American Legion Chorus – 1948

Friday, August 21st, 2009

Sometimes I’ll see an old black & white photograph of soldiers and think about taking it home and tacking it up on my wall. But it seems slightly insensitive, turning their wartime tasks and troubles into trend-ified decor.

Photographs of rugby or rowing jocks seem safer and equally as stylish, but, really have no place padding the walls of anywhere I live – there’s nothing about me that’s ever been slightly sportsman-like.

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So it was such a score to come upon this American Legion Chorus image. Former soldiers singing on stage, dressed up to the nines – that sits with me just fine.

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I’m really hypnotized by the regal pomp of the image. It has such a magical mood to it that today is all but extinct, I think.

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If directors of Jenny Lewis or The National music videos don’t read this and cop the concept themselves, I’m gonna dress one of my gal pals up in a Lady Liberty look and set her on stage with some white-tuxed tenors and baritones and shoot something similar myself.

So inspiring…

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