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Dear Zoom Lens

Dear Zoom Lens. We really need to talk. You’re really great and all, but I just don’t think it’s going to work out.

First of all, you are a little too complicated. I mean how am I supposed to keep track of what focal length you’re set at? You have this really annoying habit of creeping wider and wider then all of a sudden I’m shooting at 28mm. Yuck.

The other thing is that you’re awfully bulky. Even without the lens shade you just look way to “professional” and I’m not down with that. Next thing you know I’ll be using a gold fill card.

Nau - Again

In a previous post, I lamented the loss of Portland start-up Nau. Trying to change the way the outdoor apparel industry works was an ambitious undertaking and for whatever reason it wasn’t going so great. That’s how it goes with revolutions.

Well, it turns out that you can’t keep a good thing down. Nau re-launched yesterday. Here’s something from the Fall Lookbook shoot that I thought would never see the light of day.

Nau Relaunch - Anthony Georgis Photographer

 

The best part is that I’ll be shooting some of the Spring 09 line for them. From my sneak peak at the stuff I can tell you that it looks great. It’s not going to be easy shooting Spring in November in Portland. Catering is going to be PB&J made on the fly out of Jeff T. Smith’s trunk, but it’s going to awesome.

Trouble

You know there’s going to be trouble when the word of the day on your computer screen saver is “apocalypse”.

Jeff T. Smith Vs. My Giant Pink Balls

With any luck this will turn up in the results of someone’s search for pornography, and to that person I present Mr. Jeff T. Smith Vs. My Giant Pink Balls.

Jeff T. Smith Vs. My Giant Pink Balls

Mr. Jeff T. Smith recently had a birthday. If you see him on the street, please give him a roll of quarters and buy him a cup of coffee.

Also please tell him I’m sorry for kicking a couple of giant pink exercise balls at his head.

Jeff, you are all that and a bag of chips.

A

It’s Down to Luck and Who You Trust

Looks like Blood Makes the Grass Grow made an appearance over on Rob Haggart’s A Photo Editor blog. Wow. Turns out I’m in good company as well, right up there with Mr. Phillip Toledano and Andrew Zuckerman.

Now if I could just get a photo editor to actually call me… bahdum chaaaa (OMG, I am sooooo hilarious. Thanks folks, I’ll be here all week)

No, but seriously, call me. 503-539-9442

When it comes down to it, this project took quite a bit of work. It would be silly of me not to mention all the great people who helped me out along the way.

First things first. Big up to the girls of Oregon rugby. You’re so fucking tough and at the same time so amazingly sweet. Extra special thanks to Ashley, Niki, $lopez, Katherine, Amanda, Amee Jo, Roxy and Autumn.

Then there’s Kali and Carson.

Kali helped load film, wrangle girls for photos and keep me sane. Kali is an amazing photographer. Carson did a bunch of the interview stuff for the project. If you’re into modern thinking and sports (in that order) you should absolutely check out The New Enthusiast. Amazing stuff. Carson is a true Renaissance man. Kali is awesome. This is probably the least flattering photo I’ve ever taken. These kids are HOT.

 

Kali and Carson

 

In my defense, I’d like to mention that I had the worst allergies I’ve ever had in my whole life when I took this picture, it was about 20 degrees out and it had just stopped sleeting frozen pellets.

Katie Simon brought her A-game to the day of the championship match. Can’t say enough good things about her.

Chris Hornbecker loaned me his RZ in a pinch when the YashicaMat went down and helped with the edit. Double duty from Chris. All around great guy.

Leah Nash helped keep it real. She called bullshit on some frames that I was really fighting for. She was right, of course.

Bob Ham made sure my punctuation was correct and stuff. I’m pretty sure that’s not the Queen’s English, but fuck all to that.

Jason Hughes of 1976inc perused my html. I know it sounds dirty, but somebody has gotta check that shit out. Jason is stellar. He can PHP the crap out of your CSS (whatever that means…)

Neil Halsted. Thx for the title. In a fight, I won’t pass you by.

And to Kate, most of all.

Blood on the Blogosphere

Blood Makes the Grass Grow showed up on a couple of blogs this week. People seem to be really digging on it.

The debut appearance was over at the DDC with a shout out from the factory floor manager and CEO Mr. Aaron Draplin himself. I’m constantly amazed by the stuff they produce and I’m not just talking about the DDC socks (which I’m sure are plenty warm) or even the instant classic pocket notebook, Field Notes. Those guys work hard. They’re always at it and it always look great.

I also got the chance to do a Q&A with Caitlin who writes a little blog called An Art Producers Perspective. If you’d like to see her Q’s and my A’s you can check it out here. She had some really lovely things to say about the project and she knows what she’s talking about.

I’m flattered to say the least. Thanks Caitlin!

World’s Best Photographer?

I’m not as obsessive as some people are about website statistics, but I do have a look every now and again. It’s nice to know that someone someplace is looking at my work. Now that I’m in the running for World’s Best Photographer I expect the phone to start ringing off the hook.

 

Anthony Georgis - The World’s Best Photographer

 

Now I’m not sure which search engine returned this result, but someone someplace typed “worlds best photographer” into the internets and my website came up. One click later they ended up at www.anthonygeorgis.com.

I’d better clear my schedule. I’m going to have some big shoots coming up and I’ve got to make some calls to figure out if I can get a private jet with my name printed on the side of it. Oh, and an entourage! I really gotta get on that.

Drop Bitches Not Bombs

Things have been a little crazy over here at TNF hq. Blog posts had been put on an indefinate hold due to corporate reorganization. In other words - I moved. Most of the boxes are unpacked and the new office has a fresh coat of paint. It’s time to test the destructive power of this battle station. Commence primary ignition.

I’ve been hard at work editing and sequencing the girls rugby photo essay that I started as a personal project a while back. It’s online now and if you feel like being a beta tester head on over to www.anthonygeorgis.com/dbnb. It’s your chance to have an exclusive preview of it (because you’re special) and my last chance to fix anything before it goes live to the rest of the world.

There are a lot of little tricky things about the website that might cause some problems. Also of note, I am a terrible speller. If you have any problems with the site, please please please tell me. Actionscript can be a cruel mistress. (file under “why I am a geek”)

 

 

Blood Makes the Grass Grow - Anthony Georgis Photographer

 

 

The working title had always been “Drop Bitches Not Bombs” which I thought was super catchy. It’s based on a tshirt that one of the girls had made (with puffy paint no less!)

It’s since changed over to “Blood Makes the Grass Grow… from the girls’ pre game chants. Just as catchy, kind of sinister and it doesn’t make me sound like a misogynist.

Edit

Things have been busy, the sun finally came out in Portland but I haven’t really been able to take advantage of it because I’ve been in front of the computer editing shots for a personal project. I finally had that eureka moment this morning where everything just kind of fell into place.

 

Drop Bitches Not Bombs Edit

 

With a little luck and some more hard work I should have it up on the website by next week with a downloadable PDF. Of course that probably means I’ve got to miss some more sunshine.

Ghettodata

We’ve been a little word heavy over here at The New Fiction. I’ve been shooting quite a bit recently so let’s look at some pictures for god sake.

 

Anthony Georgis Photographer - Converse

 

This is one of my favorite new photos. So simple. Yes film. Fuck yeah Yashicamat.

More importantly - it’s my chance to coin a phrase in the web 2.0 world.

Ghettodata - that little strip of copyright notice at the bottom with all my contact info.

Sure you could crop it out, but there it is right there.

No need to press option shift apple i.

(Or is it shift option apple i? I can never remember)