promo: jphono1

promo: jphono1

promo: jphono1

promo: jphono1

Hung out with my buddies in JPhono1 on Monday night, at my other buddy Alex’s place, to do some promo shots for them. I love that top one so much.

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review: epiphanie camera bag “catalina”

epiphanie "catalina" camera bag

When Butthead McStealy ripped us off back in July, one of the things he took was my beloved, battered Epiphanie Sydney camera bag. (Along with all my collected press passes, a brand new box of business cards, all my spare memory cards, my emergency kazoo, my 50mm lens … I kept a lot of stuff in my camera bag. And I’m still mad about it.) So for a while, I was hauling my camera in my everyday work tote bag, and a old shoulder bag for shoot-specific outings. It works, but it’s not ideal. So spent a lot of time on Epiphanie’s site while we were waiting for the insurance check to come, waffling on what I wanted to replace the Sydney with — one of Epiphanie’s new convertible-to-backpack styles, or the Catalina or Florence, both of which I loved for how much space they had. I was still, even with the Sydney, struggling to find a camera bag that isn’t too heavy for a job but that can double easily for a carry-on personal item when I travel.

epiphanie "catalina" camera bag

I ended up going with the Catalina; as much as I adored the backpack convertible-ness of the Sydney, none of the styles of the backpack bags that Epiphanie has right now really worked for me. And, frankly, I’m in just as much love as I was with my Sydney.

Epiphanie has switched from high quality synthetic leather to real leather, and I honestly think that’s one of my favorite things about my Catalina — it smells great. (If leather is not your thing, carry on here.) It also feels even a little more sturdy than my Sydney, despite having a narrower and not-doubled-over shoulder strap. And oh, God, this bag is enormous. In footprint, yes, it’s bigger than my previous bag, but not much, and the inside space compared to what it looks like it should hold … it’s like that great bag that Hermoine had in Deathly Hallows. I can put all the books and camera lenses in this bag!

I can’t say enough about how much I love Epiphanie — beautiful bags that genuinely take the functionality needed by photographers not just into account but into maximum account. The current line of designs are a little more streamlined than some of the previous designs — not quite so many zipper pockets tucked into every piece of available space — but they’re still absolutely the best combination of function and loveliness out there.

epiphanie "catalina" camera bag

What’s in my bag? Well …

  • Etta, my new Nikon D7000 with a Tamron 28-75mm/f2.8 lens attached
  • Nikon 50mm/f1.4 lens
  • Sigma 70-300/f4-5.6 lens
  • Moleskin day planner
  • Makeup bag that Allison made me for Christmas
  • Pen / pencil case
  • Wallet
  • iPhone and earbuds
  • Weekly pill case
  • Earplugs
  • Sunglasses
  • Various cleaning tools

Usually there’d also be a box of business cards, a portable phone charger, a small LED flashlight (for peeing in Port-a-potties after dark while shooting music festivals), and a handful of SD cards and rolls of film, but since Butthead McStealy also walked off with my Pentax K1000, film seems less necessary at the moment. (It had half a roll of film in it! I was taking glorious artistic macro shots of shattered glass and bottle caps on the railroad tracks by my house! I was gonna make a million dollars from that art! Gah. I’ve mostly recovered from the anxiety-inducing parts of the violation of having a break-in at my house, but the more I remember what was in that camera bag, I just get angry all over again. YOU DIDN’T NEED MY COLLECTION OF GASLIGHT ANTHEM PRESS PASSES, BUTTHEAD MCSTEALY.) (And, you know, I haven’t replaced the rest of that stuff yet.)

I’d recommend Epiphanie to anyone who wants both a functional and good looking camera bag. Some people don’t care about looks, and function is the most important. But I want both, and I am thrilled with my newest purchase for both those reasons.

families: angel, bev & gavin

families: angel, bev, and gavin

families: angel, bev, and gavin

families: angel, bev, and gavin

families: angel, bev, and gavin

families: angel, bev, and gavin

families: angel, bev, and gavin

Had the pleasure of spending some time on Sunday with my coworker Angel, his fabulous wife Bev, and their four month old son Gavin. It’s a step toward a venture I’m hoping to launch in early February, if you want to take a guess.

i had a minor triumph over white balance

carrboro music festival: grey mattercarrboro music festival: grey matter

White balance — the process of correcting for color in your light, basically — is something I’ve struggled with the whole time I’ve been shooting. I understand the concept of it, but it was rare that I could actually make it work. Sometimes I could sort of maybe get some red out of my shots in-camera, but completely? Nope.

So imagine my delight last Sunday when I, after having read like crazy for the past two weeks, actually adjusted my white balance correctly. The top image was my first shot; the bottom, my last.

BAM. Learned something in September.

concerts: rhett miller @ cat’s cradle backroom

rhett miller @ the cradle

rhett miller @ the cradle

In one of the most hilarious, slightly obscene, and totally unplanned live music moments I have ever experienced Saturday night when Rhett Miller walked onto the stage, before he’d even played a note, you could — audibly — hear every woman in the Cradle sigh out loud. Like, this perfect moment of oh holy God he’s so pretty. Which he is, but was still hilarious. I was standing up front with Jon, and he was between me (30s) and a mom (40s) and her daughter (20s) and we all, according to Jon, made the exact same noise at the exact same time. Rhett Miller: bringing the ladies together since Rhett Miller existed.

It was a fabulous set beyond that, of course. Besides being handsome, Rhett of course is also a great songwriter, and a superb showman, and despite the fact that he barely had a voice, he put on a fantastic 90 minute set. (He did let the crowd do some singing for him, which was equally awesome. I shot, of course, but I also ignored all rules of concert photography and rocked the fuck out, too. There wasn’t a pit. Fuck you for telling me I can’t rock out to Rhett Miller, strangers on the internet who think they’re important. Anyway.) I forget that Rhett’s solo set, unless he’s doing it as an opener for the 97’s, rarely includes his actual solo stuff, though there were a few — it’s always heavy on the 97’s songs, and the ones you expect. Saturday he did a bunch of songs off the upcoming Most Messed Up, which sound as terrific live as they do on the record, and all the 97’s stuff you’d expect, and — “Salome”.

Which, thanks, rip my heart out and tap dance on it, Rhett.

I didn’t have the guts — I know, right, who, me, too scared to say something? — to ask him to play “Bird In A Cage”, but “Salome” was almost better.

Rhett Miller: I dig him. He’s awesome.

Set list: Lost Without You / Doreen / Let’s Get Drunk & Get It On / No Baby I / Indefinitely / This Is The Ballad / Come Around / Barrier Reef / Nashville /Four Leaf Clover / Question/ Designs On You / Wasted / Salome / Singular Girl / Champaign, Illinois / Rollerskate Skinny / Big Brown Eyes / Most Messed Up / The Wreck Of The Old 97 Encore: Longer Than You’ve Been Alive / California Stars / Timebomb

Sarah Shook opened, and she’s always a delight. Such a great songwriter. Can’t wait for her record, either.

Full set is here. Yay Rhett Miller.