Early conclusions

I’m only 19 pages into the Karsh memoirs (In Search of Greatness) and I can already see what made Karsh the great portraitist that he was. He came to Canada on New Year’s Day in 1925 at the age of 17. By that summer, he was working as an apprentice in his...

Deep Thinking

I’ve been doing some thinking about photography lately, particularly about the philosophy behind the art. Going to the library was very useful. I picked up a few books. I avoided getting the books about technique and lighting and stuff. I was more interested in...

Saturday Night Jive

We debuted a new show tonight: The Saturday Night Jive. Because of some promotional screwups, there wasn’t really an audience for it, but that didn’t matter too much. It gave us an opportunity to experiment with the format a bit and just play around. It...

Let’s not forget this feeling

I guess in a moment of big-mouthedness (yeah I made up the word) I had said that I was incapable of hatred. Well, that’s probably not true entirely. I mean, I have never really been given a great opportunity to hate someone or something, although strong dislike...

Sleepless in Hamilton

I’m not sure why I can’t sleep tonight. I’m feeling pretty good about stuff after a refreshing trip to Montreal. I mean, refreshing is a bit of a loose term to use in this situation. Generally, Montreal trips mean an excess of drinking, eating,...