On May 29-30 I traveled to Asheville, NC to photograph the wedding of Jessica Cullpepper and Justin Martin. The ceremony, reception, and many of the festivities were held on the campus of Warren Wilson College, and the rehearsal dinner was hosted at the Sweet Biscuit Inn, which is also where my assistant Sharif Hassan and I stayed.
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Created this Stillmotion piece last week with John Kelso. He has assisted me on many shoots, and is a kickass inline skater, punk rocker, and future photography superstar. Followed him for a weekend to a few spots around Atlanta. We got kicked out of every single joint - a good sign.
This was shot entirely on a Nikon D3 still camera.
This was shot entirely on a Nikon D3 still camera.
Inline from Andrew Kornylak on Vimeo.
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My son Sam just finished Kindergarten, probably his most important milestone, and here's why: He left knowing how to read.
As parents milled about his classroom on the last day, kids running crisscross for hugs and farewells, Sam's teacher Ms. Sandifer held each child firmly at arms length, staring over her glasses intently at them, imploring them to read this summer, as if it might be the last words they would ever hear before marching off to war. Read, Sam, Read!
It might be the most important words they would hear, at any rate. Read, kid, and enter the infinite world of ideas. Always a companion at your call.
So, do what you learned in K-school, and read something good this summer. Here's my summer reading list. Nah, not new releases or best-sellers, just some that I like and have read or re-read recently. Feel free to add to this list.
The Americans, by Robert Frank - It's gotta be on your shelf if you are remotely interested in photography
Camera Lucida by Roland Barthes - Short, "infuriating," thought-provoking.
In a Sunburned Country by Bill Bryson - Will make you laugh.
Once We Moved Like the Wind by David Roberts - Will make you cry.
The Road by Cormac McCarthy - Will scare the bejeezus out of you. Such a profound parable of modern darkness that I consider it non-fiction.
Examples: The Making of 40 Photographs by Ansel Adams - This book is like a bottle of 1963 Vintage Port that every one can enjoy forever. Read one example at a time and let it sink in. My go-to book for photographic inspiration.
As parents milled about his classroom on the last day, kids running crisscross for hugs and farewells, Sam's teacher Ms. Sandifer held each child firmly at arms length, staring over her glasses intently at them, imploring them to read this summer, as if it might be the last words they would ever hear before marching off to war. Read, Sam, Read!
It might be the most important words they would hear, at any rate. Read, kid, and enter the infinite world of ideas. Always a companion at your call.
So, do what you learned in K-school, and read something good this summer. Here's my summer reading list. Nah, not new releases or best-sellers, just some that I like and have read or re-read recently. Feel free to add to this list.
The Americans, by Robert Frank - It's gotta be on your shelf if you are remotely interested in photography
Camera Lucida by Roland Barthes - Short, "infuriating," thought-provoking.
In a Sunburned Country by Bill Bryson - Will make you laugh.
Once We Moved Like the Wind by David Roberts - Will make you cry.
The Road by Cormac McCarthy - Will scare the bejeezus out of you. Such a profound parable of modern darkness that I consider it non-fiction.
Examples: The Making of 40 Photographs by Ansel Adams - This book is like a bottle of 1963 Vintage Port that every one can enjoy forever. Read one example at a time and let it sink in. My go-to book for photographic inspiration.
Lydia:
Have you read "Blood Meridian" by McCarthy yet? Just you wait . . .
(05.23.09 @ 12:55 AM)
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Nikon World recently redesigned their website, with my ruggedly handsome features as its centerpiece. Well, one of the centerpieces, after a few clicks. The profile Nikon World did on me in the Spring 2009 issue is up there, along with audio of me talking about some pictures. So, if you've ever wondered what I sound like, click here.
Last week I was the Special Guest Blogger on Scott Kelby's blog, The Photoshop Insider. Click to read and join the discussion.
My face also showed up in a profile in Lowepro's 2009 catalog.
Photographer Corey Rich took these mug shots of me one day years ago while I was living in Tucson, Arizona. My friend Monica McMillan and I had planned to go out and shoot climbing that day, but Corey called her the night before for the shoot (she tried to break it to me gently). I hung around the parking lot at dawn and invited myself along. I had a blast meeting and learning from Corey, and I've gotten a lot of mileage out of these headshots, which he graciously snapped for me that morning.
Corey by the way is the co-owner of Aurora Photos, the photo agency I've been with since about that time, and he just got married this spring. Congrats man!
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For my birthday I got... Spam.
This one caught my eye just before I deleted it from my email junk box today. The subject was a line from an Edward Lear poem I read to my son Sam often, called "the Jumblies":
The link, though crafted from a variation of "akornphoto", was spam of course, but the email body was comprised of lines from three different Lear poems:
"The Quangle Wangle's Hat" (3 random lines from the poem)
"The Courtship of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo" (1 line)
"The Pobble Who Has No Toes" (1 line)
Not only did the Lear reference catch my eye, but this little ditty was strangely similar to a "poetry mashup" I shared with some friends last year. Whoever (or whatever) generated this spam must be playing with some good voodoo.
So, here is my mashup: lines from various poems I thought sounded nice together. With maybe one line of bullshit in there. Feel free to riff back with your own mashups.
Mashed Poetoes
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
looking for an angry fix
And there the grass grew soft and white,
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over-
This it is, and nothing more.
What the hammer? what the chain?
What the fuck was in my brain?
'Twas brillig,' said I, 'And the slithy toves
in the forests of the night
Doth frame thy fearful symmetry.'
And Alph, that sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Toward heaven still,
across America in tears,
to the door of my cottage in the Western night.
This one caught my eye just before I deleted it from my email junk box today. The subject was a line from an Edward Lear poem I read to my son Sam often, called "the Jumblies":
The link, though crafted from a variation of "akornphoto", was spam of course, but the email body was comprised of lines from three different Lear poems:
"The Quangle Wangle's Hat" (3 random lines from the poem)
"The Courtship of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo" (1 line)
"The Pobble Who Has No Toes" (1 line)
Not only did the Lear reference catch my eye, but this little ditty was strangely similar to a "poetry mashup" I shared with some friends last year. Whoever (or whatever) generated this spam must be playing with some good voodoo.
So, here is my mashup: lines from various poems I thought sounded nice together. With maybe one line of bullshit in there. Feel free to riff back with your own mashups.
Mashed Poetoes
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
looking for an angry fix
And there the grass grew soft and white,
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over-
This it is, and nothing more.
What the hammer? what the chain?
What the fuck was in my brain?
'Twas brillig,' said I, 'And the slithy toves
in the forests of the night
Doth frame thy fearful symmetry.'
And Alph, that sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Toward heaven still,
across America in tears,
to the door of my cottage in the Western night.
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WWC is a beautiful place, and of course don't forget to about Thursday Contra Dancing! Great shots - looked like a lot of fun.
(06.09.09 @ 06:46 PM)