Category: Prose

Michael Retro

Welcome to a retro look at my work, you are invited to stop, look around and see what you like. Polite comments are welcome, but remember your manners please. A few words about how I work, I use traditional film, where possible available light. I come from a photo-journalist background so my work is only retouched the way I would process in the darkroom; darken here, hold back the light there, spot the prints. With real film what is on the negative is what you get, so NO special effects are being used in the manipulation of my negatives or prints. In the end my product is really just a matter of time and light.

This, more personal side of my work as well as some of the model’s who have worked with me. I have been shooting intimate photographs of women for what feels like all my life. I am very motivated by the sensuality of the body and mind. I truly value each of the model’s I’ve had the good fortune to share a collaboration to produce the work that you see. These young women trust me to do right by them, and I am very protective of their rights. My model’s each get a percentage of the sale price for each and every piece of art sold of our work. Each of my model’s privacy is respected, anonymity or the use of a stage name is entirely at the model’s discretion.

Good model’s work hard, sometimes under trying situations , nekked to boot. It’s an investment of time, both hers and mine, and that indescribable chemistry that may coax the magic to strike. One can never tell, sometimes the most promising of model’s: no spark. The fact that they are unclothed should matter as an afterthought and not the primary focus. A final word on the term “my girls”, its not meant in a paternalist fashion nor does it imply ownership any sort. A very fragile and very special bond is formed when a man and a woman work together so intimate a manner, and that trust should never be violated.

So once again welcome, get to know my girls. What it is that makes them tick, to carve out a space for them to be them. I invite you into their lives and minds at a particular time and place.

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Wander I

I’m a happy camper after yesterday’s full day and I have no complaints, I couldn’t sleep yesterday so up by 5:30, and then on the road to lunch with my favorite model, stop by the lab and finally get home…., all on the bus.  I’ve reverted to the early adulthood mode of travel, taking the bus and then walking the last little bit, 3 or 4 blocks sometimes.  We’ve got early prototype mass-transit where I live, at the best of times it’s a thirty (30) minute wait unless you are lucky to be on a rapid line then every fifteen (15) minutes and then rounding out an hour wait if you live on a little used line,  I had a mixture of both.

First was the lovely lunch which I was only fifteen (15) minutes late for, my friend was all pretty in pink scrubs and she was looking over the menu when I arrived.  I told her I was thinking of metal prints  and they had four (4) different finish’s and I told her all about them from the little I know. Then I told her about the gallery I’m going to try and about the group show I’m going to trying to get.  Laid out all the plans and daydreams I have in the works.  Then a nice walk to the bus, a forty-five (45) wait and off to the lab.  Another forty-five (45) minute wait and I was on the way home after another short wait for the final two buses.

20160323_145916So today was my day to recuperate, so after the usual morning start I did my yoga routine for an hour of stretching my sore body.  I had about a twenty (20) minute wait under the trees, so I had plenty of time to do some “wander” photos with my phone.  So I walked down to the bus stop which is in a side yard of a church.    Mesquites come in lots of sizes and shapes, no two are the same like fingerprints.

Spring has sprung weeks ago and now things are bright with new growth, weeds are back with a vengeance as I continue to keep paths open in alley wanders.  Some neighbor have gotten to know me and wave or talk about the weather.  Others not so much, as they say, been in the same house for going on 11 years now.  And walking the alley for the last three, all the dogs know of me anyway.  Like the owners some bark and one coward goes berserk charging the gate, until the day I saw him trying to get passed the barrier holding it in.  As I hurried back the dog ran back down its driveway and barked it’s frustration as I secured the gate.  Obviously a crafty animal as the fence in place’s of pasted successful attempts has been reinforced leaving one to wonder if it has found a new sneaky way out. Intelligence at work and you have to admire the dedication and fear it a little as well.

One part of the adventure’s of the wander, encounters both pleasant and not.  More about other adventures as we go along here.  Spring has so many colors and some of the best are abloom.