| Continuation, Part 1 |
| Rephrasing Confucius, the hardest thing of all is to photograph a black cat in a dark room ... Exercise often results in a black rectangle, or, - if you're lucky enough to shoot with a Hasselblad, - "Black Square". (All images are clickable ) |
| Light & shadows, New Orleans LA |
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| Hoosier Park's The Winner's Circle Pub, Indianapol |
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| St. Charles Streetcar Line, New Orleans LA |
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| Steet lantern light, New Orleans |
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| Indiana Theatre, Indianapol |
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| Street and car lights, Mermaid Ave Brooklyn NY |
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| Market District, New Orleans LA |
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| Le Pavillon Hotel, New Orleans LA |
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| The First Bank and Trust Tower, New Orleans LA |
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| They say, sun never sets on British Empire. Is there saying for moon and Marriott? |
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| Bourbon Street Distillery |
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| Verrazano Bridge, Brooklyn NY |
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| Disco lights, Burbon Street New Orleans LA |
FOTOGRAFY FORK
Basics of Forking Fotografer
Our fotografic fork is of many tines.
City & its streets, countryside & its roads, architecture & its details, people & [ their ]
nature, four legged companions & their Zoo brothers +++
The sunny side of being a forking fotografer: we never get bored. The cloudy side: they say, we are hard to identify with a particular photographic genre.
Travel bugs
We love to travel, no matter where to. We enjoy both the city and the nature.
When we’re 64
By then we might trade our fork for a chopstick.
PHOTOARTEL'S Blog
Visiting this blog is the most useful waste of time!
Our fotografic fork is of many tines.
City & its streets, countryside & its roads, architecture & its details, people & [ their ]
nature, four legged companions & their Zoo brothers +++
The sunny side of being a forking fotografer: we never get bored. The cloudy side: they say, we are hard to identify with a particular photographic genre.
Travel bugs
We love to travel, no matter where to. We enjoy both the city and the nature.
When we’re 64
By then we might trade our fork for a chopstick.
PHOTOARTEL'S Blog
Visiting this blog is the most useful waste of time!
Showing posts with label Indianapolis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Indianapolis. Show all posts
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Searching for light in the darkness ( Part 2 )
Labels:
blue moon,
disco lights,
Hoosier Park's The Winner's Circle Pub,
Indiana Theatre,
Indianapolis,
Le Pavillon Hotel,
New Orleans LA,
street car,
street lantern,
Street photography,
Verrazano-Narrows Bridge
Saturday, December 29, 2012
New Year is creeping closer...
Labels:
Christmas,
Christmas decorations,
Christmas lights,
holiday season,
Indianapolis,
Memphis TN,
New Orleans,
New Year,
Roosevelt Hotel,
Trump Tower
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Stop on Red
- Haircut or shave?
- [laconically] Yeah.
- I beg your pardon, isn't your name Flugg?
- Yeah.
- I thought so. I didn't recognize your face when you first came in.
- [deadpan] No, it's all healed up since I was in here last.
- [laconically] Yeah.
- I beg your pardon, isn't your name Flugg?
- Yeah.
- I thought so. I didn't recognize your face when you first came in.
- [deadpan] No, it's all healed up since I was in here last.
(“The Barber Shop”, 1933)
Back in days visiting a barber shop regularly was a habit.
Men stopped in for a hot shave or a haircut, in ancient days
- for dentistry or surgery.
Actually, it was kind of a hangout: “a barber gives
you a quick shave if you don't have time to listen to a haircut”. Some featured
bars, like Boston’s famous Joe & Nemo, allowing them to keep up with
saloons.
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| Paul Sample, Barber Shop, 1934. Cleveland Museum of Art collection |
Since long hair became unisex, getting hair done every
couple of weeks became optional. Modern times shaved beards from men's faces
with the safety razors. Overnight stubble quickly goes away with a help of
an electric shaver, usually tucked into the car's glove compartment. Long
beards and free time go hand in hand. Man drinks, eats, shaves in the car,
sometimes fearless of road signals.
Give it a break - stop on red, stop shaving in the car, stop
in for a shave.
Barber shops are still around, but, we bet, not like the one
we “discovered” around New Year Eve in Indianapolis. We literally stopped on “Red’s”.
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| Window Poster |
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| Barber at Work |
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| Koken Barber Chair |
Let your shoes speak for you:
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| Shoe Shine Bench & Stands |
He works here, he is from Savannah and he knows it all. All you have to do is to ask ... just ask about the place and just listen to a shoe shine:
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Labels:
barber shop,
Indianapolis,
photography,
Red's,
travel
Location:
Red's
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