I don’t often shoot ‘fashion’ as it were but when John Richards asked me to tackle his Fall/Winter 2011 lookbook for Jackstraw, I was quite flattered. You’re invited you to take a gander as I couldn’t be happier with results.
Postscript. . . if you don’t see an image above of a man looking off camera with an overtly confused look, then the embedded slideshow viewer isn’t showing up. Click here to see it on Issuu, but be sure to view in ‘single page’ mode. . .
More soon,
Clinard
I’ll have some very exciting posts regarding recent assignments/projects up very soon, but this update comes on the art show front.
My work was recently shown at What if. . . in Chicago alongside such talented folks as Ryan Schude, Lauren Randolph and a host of others – some of which were from the Phoot Camp contigency I was recently a part of. Thanks to Mr. Paul Octavious (love that series of his with spinning LP’s) for the invitation.
I showed a diptych consisting of my ‘loaded,’ hand-forged-from-paper baked potato alongside my play-doh steak. You know, meat and potatoes go together. Seemed to have been a fun night with great art and drunk gingerbread men dancing. . .
My image of Joseph, the Illusionist is also on view at a group show called ‘Food’ at the Center for Fine Art Photography in Colorado. It was curated by Mr. David Bram of Fraction Magazine (that’s my image in the top left corner).
Oh. . . and if you’re in Seattle, swing by Jackstraw Filaments on 1st Avenue to see some more of my work.
More always,
Clinard
Been rather busy with projects, so excuse the lack of posts.
Working on a lookbook today for Jackstraw down on First Avenue here in Seattle and had to post these outtakes.
Should mention that John, the gentleman on the right, was kind enough to ask me for some of my photos to put up in the store. If you’re in the neighborhood, come through and check ‘em out.
I’ll have some rather great updates on recent projects and exciting personal things in the very near future so stay tuned.
More soon,
Clinard
Or rather the back of him. . .
He seemed like the nicest guy as I stupidly blurted out ‘Hey Sean Penn,’ meatballs billowing from my agape mouth. It was honest and without airs. He grinned and said, ‘hey man’ and threw his forefinger up thus allowing me to continue devouring the bucket of food in my lap.
I could’ve run over and got a picture with him, but there’s so much of that stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to, but respect people’s space and respect the swagger. He’s a dude just like me, and it was enough to be able to see him in the flesh.
I guess it’d be like seeing a dodo bird OR hanging out in Jurassic Park all day taking pictures from the safari van.
I’ve met a fair amount of ‘famous’ types, and each time I think to myself ‘you look nothing like X.’ Robert Downey Jr. is in fact 4 feet tall. Sarah Palin is ‘human’ and not a fire-breathing dragon as many suggest. Sean Penn on the other hand looked exactly as I’d expect him. . .
I feel like the image above is fitting as he’s just walking the Earth - working for the cause while high-fiving folks along the way. Then on the weekends, he just kicks ass on the silver screen.
More always,
Clinard
Working on the East coast this week, and first stop was Knoxville.
It holds a special place in my heart because my dad used to take my brother and me to University of Tennessee football games every year up until the sixth grade when we moved to Alabama. I fondly cherish those memories.
My dad never took me to Ciderville Music, so I absolutely had to stop there.
It’s where I found the most amazing portrait bust of Johnny Cash ever drawn.
Absolutely had to stop at Yee-Haw Industries, too. . .
I miss Tennessee, but remembered very quickly part of the reason why I left. . . like 90 degree weather in about 100% humidity.
Ah, the allure of the South. . .
More always,
Clinard
You gotta love Google Voice for trying (click above). I love reading it’s failed attempts at transcription. Pushing things out the door, this is the back and forth between retouch/composite artist and photographer.
More always,
Mike
Outtake from a recent editorial project. Easily one of the more interesting folks I’ve ever worked with/directed.
Have had a lot on the plate lately: heavy personal commitments, commercial and editorial projects and a recent trip to NYC where some amazing opportunities have come about.
I’ve now got enough content built up to blog over for the next year, so expect new posts very soon.
In the meantime you’ve got to check out this amazing painting I picked up from Kirk Albert (formerly Great Stuff) here in Seattle.
More soon,
Mikey.
A buddy of mine and his wife had me out to the Granite Curling Club in gloomy Seattle a couple weekends back for their annual Bon Spiel.
I’d often heard amazingly debaucherous/revelrous stories and when they said, ‘we got this annual prom thing we do and wonder if you’d like to do photos,’ I jumped at the opportunity.
Gotta admit I absolutely love the image above. To me, there’s a semi-presence to the whole thing that is as much of a portrait of the night as any other image might have been of the attendees.
Back when I graduated from Art School, my first job out was working for a high school picture place in Memphis, TN called Jimmy Alford Studios. Saw a host of crazy things then, and Benj (above) brought those memories flooding back.
The lad couldn’t hear much of my direction on account of 1) the loud music and 2) the associated fog brought on by adult beverages.
Of the funny things said, the most notable quote of the night was “my drinking team has a curling problem.” Enough of one I’d say to warrant an attack on the hapless disco ball that wore the battle scars in the form it’s missing glassed sections.
Much thanks to Granite Curling Club and all who allowed me to take their photos. . . god only know what mistakes were made that evening.
More always,
Mike
Lately – The Last Few Months
I’ve been running around quite a bit as of late. In honor of Labor Day, thought I’d pull some of my favorite images from the last few months for the loyal readership to peruse – maybe get a chuckle or two out ‘em. Here we go.
Gabrielle’s House – Wallingford, Seattle.
Down by the Water – Magnuson Park, Seattle.
Gail and her fancy note-taking abilities – Varsity Inn, Seattle.
Apple Lisa Computer – RE-PC, Seattle.
Ecuador vs. Mexico Game – Qwest (now CenturyLink) Field, Seattle
Wall in Seattle – Lake Union, Seattle.
Prep for Phoot Camp – The Lab (aka my Studio), Seattle.
The Sticky (w/ Laura Healy for Seattle Met Feature) – The Lab (aka my Studio) Seattle.
Spadaccini’s Pad – Capitol Hill, Seattle.
Pretty Pink Packing Peanuts (Reprise. . . I did an art project with these back in the day) – Kill Room, Seattle.
Jim Pridgeon’s Studio – Bldg 11, Seattle.
Proscenium Stage – Bldg 11, Seattle.
Dinner with the Quadd’s – Captiol Hill, Seattle.
NYC Daze – NYC, NY.
Tara aka “T-bone” of Thom Browne – NYC, NY.
Our lighting is otherworldly and defies physcis – Studio in SODO, Seattle.
Saw my first Sounders Game – Qwest (now CenturyLink) Field, Seattle.
I shot Charlie Sheen – International District, Seattle.
Those New Duct Tape Nikes finally dropped – Breezeway, Seattle.
Way to get born USA – Northgate, Seattle.
The World – Convention Center, Seattle.
Summer Wedding Duds – Arboretum, Seattle.
Lowriders – Magnuson Park, Seattle.
Knoxville, TN
Porn in the South (Cabela’s and Bass Pro Shops Catalogs)
Washington, DC (Reagan Airport?)
Parking Lot – Washington, DC.
Spoiled kid picking his boogers – In-the-air, DC to MSP.
Display and Costume – Northgate, Seattle.
Metaphor for sumpthin’ – Bldg 11, Seattle.
Lindsey Watkins prepping Andrea Clinkscales for ‘Can’t Look Away’ Branding imagery – SIFF Theater, Seattle.
Inflated Heart – Wedgwood, Seattle.
Red Green – University District, Seattle.
Photographer at Space Needle – Lake Union, Seattle.
Bags Pickup – Airport in Baltimore, MD.
At a Wal-Mart in Baltimore, MD.
The Hugest Crab Cakes Ever – Baltimore, MD.
At a party – Bellevue, WA.
Old Hand-painted Signage – Capitol Hill, Seattle.
John Galliano shopping at Costco – Shoreline, WA.
In n’ Out Burger – San Diego, CA.
Our House (where Dogs are Cats and Cats are Dogs) – Wedgwood, Seattle.
Chateau Ste. Michelle (for Jeff Bridges concert) – Woodinville, Seattle.
My wife sneaking cookies at Chateau Ste. Michelle. . .
Phew. I’ll have more posts very soon. Thanks for looking and enjoy the day off!
Clinard.