Color Assignment... ...finally

So here is my "color" homework, and I went with red.  I feel that red is very powerful symbolically, and has a very wide variety of meanings.  Patriotism, Communism, evil, and warmth to name a few.  Here is a small sample of photos that put red on display, and help convey a symbolic meaning.  ...also, a couple of the photos don't have any meaning...  they are just red.

this any-town barn is representative of americana and patriotism

not that Fugazi is evil, but rock n roll is...  ...especially next to Mary

the shoes I mow the lawn in...  ...are also red

this is a bar in Cambridge...  and next to this apt. building, you can't help but think of communism

just an old Washington Senators hat, and a cover from a 1943 Saturday Evening Post I have framed behind it

my daughter has a mobile of paper cranes in her room that one of my friends made...  I kind of like this geometric abstraction of the red one

lots of red during the holiday season...  ugh

here is my example of warmth...  olive and dylan cuddle to stay warm

Final Project Contact Sheets...

Although most of these have nothing to do with my actual finished product, they show that I was headed in a few different directions early on.  I'll work with the images eventually and make something out f them...

Treats for Tomorrow...

Olive and I made banana bread and pumpkin bread to power through tomorrows crit!

Olive post-nap

Final...

So...  Here it is.  My third or fourth concept/idea is what I ended up going with as I ran out of time and patience.
One of these shots is from earlier in the semester, and during that crit, I was told that I should try to shoot people.
I used that as a jumping point, and tried to show different people and how they take up space in an urban environment.  For some it seems like their living room, and for others, they seem to almost get swallowed by their surroundings.  ...enjoy.

SNL final edit

When I was a freshman in high school my sister was dating this guy that was a senior…  Ian Fitzpatrick.  In an effort to win her over, he made me…  the lowly freshman brother of the girl he liked, a mix tape.  The cassette blew my mind.  Fugazi, Gorilla Biscuits, and Operation Ivy in 1992 introduced me to a world of independent labels, college radio, and most importantly, records.  Dingy stores filled with beautiful and fragile pieces of twelve inch square artwork.  The smell of cardboard, mold and the b.o. of the walking music encyclopedia behind the counter was how I learned about music.  There weren’t any Blogs, Myspace, or itunes.  Just listening parties, heavy crates, and people that love the sound of the needle on the vinyl.  This series of photos is documentation of my nostalgia for 1992 and proof that in basement retail spaces, vinyl lives on.  

contact sheets...

Casting a Long Shadow...

Morph! ...This was fun...