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Tiffany Vest
Canada
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Chuck Vest
United States
126 creative works found
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a beautiful image of womanhood replicated x 3
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I wanted 1942 to serve as an experiment, questioning what stereotype if any surrounded the ‘skinhead.’ Within days I received comments of ‘racist’ and ‘Nazi’ signifying prejudice against a shaven head, when in modern day society diversity is usually praised and encouraged. The origin of the term ‘skinhead’ is not rooted in racism, the term being corrupted in the 1970’s by the neo-nazi movement. The term actually stems from the Jamaican skinheads such as Bunny Wailer, who populated Reggae in the1960’s, some decade previous. By 1968/69, the ‘skinhead’ wasn’t just a hairstyle but a way of life. To these working class people, cleanliness, stylish clothes and good music were dominant. The increasing popularity of Ska music, a branch of reggae bred the skinhead in their straight jeans, large boots, white shirts, braces and nylon or leather jackets and were regularly seen at Judge Dread gigs. Doc Marten, Ben Sherman, and Vespa scooters were typical designers of the ‘skinhead’ movement, which dwindled in the mid 70’s. This is around the time the neo-nazi movement became prominent, as the ‘mod generation’ became divided and those racist, political hating, violent youths were the new face, the new stereotype. They popularised themselves throughout the 80’s and 90’s with bands such as ‘Skrewdriver’ and were akin to increased violence on Adolf Hitler’s birthday. The number of ‘skinheads’ in Britain today is in decline, as in essence the skinhead is a youth organisation for the youth. Thus upon reaching full maturity, starting a family and encompassing different values the need to be in such a group no longer exists and without the experience and knowledge of older members their ‘skinhead’ values are degenerate. This is why I felt my experiment was necessary. Would the youth of day, born after the domination of the neo-nazi still be aware of their values and the attributes, which contribute to their stereotype? The answer lies within you the spectator. Consider what you first felt upon viewing 1942. Did it bring back fond memories of dancing to reggae, Bob Marley and the ‘Chelsea haircut’ or did it make you envisage violent racists? Movements begin, grow and they pass. The real reason the ‘Mods’ shaved their head was to avoid lice, for hygiene. Surely the time close cut hair symbolising a racist has passed. This was a series i took a while back for a project i was doing on fashion and surrealism I must have took around 30 or so photographs to get the best images at different stages. / to take these shots i used a canon 20d propped up on a tripod with a self timer.
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Snowman skiing down a slope.
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Experimenting with lighting!
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Sales of this Design? – 1 sale so far :) / Tube Chic by Karin Taylor / Mixed Media Production / / I used ink, pastel, acrylic and charcoal to create the original Tube Chic / So many women have taken up surfing in our area / I admit, I always wanted to, and a few years ago / lept on a mal and caught my first wave / with lots of yahooing / yeah it was the / best feeling :) Although I don’t surf much on a board these days, i prefer a body surf or some fun on a shark cookie (body board) lol….......a lot of my family do still surf…husband, son, daughter, brother .... heck my bro Tim was pretty famous once ….they called him Twister, for his amazing manouvres in the surf and sharp flix…and of course, they all nicknamed me ‘Twister’s Sister’ which was pretty cool at the time…..since then my bro actually has snapped both his ankles doing his cool trix in the surf…..once he had to swim in and drag himself up the beach trying to get help…...no-one was around…..eventually a 4wd came to the rescue down on the beach….loaded Tim up on the truck and got him some ambulance attention…...i took him to the hospital and passed out :)) / can’t handles hospital smells!! or is it the thought of blood….both!!
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An entourage of workmen at the Docklands in Melbourne Victoria. lowered the saturation levels in Lightroom of all colours and then turned up the saturation on red and green levels to produce this effect. Click here for my other images of Melbourne
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Simple Black and Grey Silhouette
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I love music, but I guess I’m a country girl at heart….. Created on brown kraft paper / lashings of gesso, pastels, ink, acrylic, charcoal and coloured pencil applied / and a little bit of photoshop for dessert :) / Kids and Babies tshirts available @ my zazzle store /
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Henley Beach, Adelaide
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A fellow photographer at the Tessellated Pavement, Tassie
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My first self portrait taken after some talking around by the dearest Lollie… I guess this is one of my guilty pleasures – I LOVE my mess, but its not mess, its all in its own place and I know EXACTLY where everything is… it’s an artistic thing… honest!!! XD Shot with my lovely D80 (nikon ftw!)
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Well, it took a bit of being pushy, being in the right place at the right time, and some assertive bravery (read “bold BS”). But I was handed an official AMGEN race press pass and a ‘press exclusive’ photographer’s vest at the AMGEN Tour Of California Bicycle Race Prologue yesterday in Sacramento, California. Parking was bad so I decided to rough it and walk 9 blocks or so from home. :-D The deal that got me into the press box was thru an online publisher who runs a 1-man website but knows the ways to get the press access. He’d already had his way into getting the press pass but gave up on the shooting because of a better gig in the mountains with the fresh snowfall. I ran into him – on his bicycle – trying to find the darn press location; not one event official we could find knew. Together we searched the entire course and only found it when we were standing behind it and asked the volunteer where we were. LOL! Then he hunted for his credentials and again got bad information for another hour. When he finally tracked them down and got them to me, he was already late for departing to the other shoot so I asked what he wanted and I was hired. / / Nobody ever came to the press tent to organize or give out press packets and even I could figure out nobody was coming and we were on our own. The “we” was one local TV station and I at that point so I started scoping out shooting angles and found that it was virtually impossible from the press tent. Eavesdropping got me the tip on getting over the wall and onto the course while being pushy got me a vest after I was challenged repeatedly by the guy who just didn’t trust me, unfortunately the same ‘stage manager’. He even personally threatened he’d hunt me down if I didn’t give him back the vest. I bravely joined about 30 other highly privileged people with cameras ranging in value from $1000 (mine) to, including lenses, well over $30,000 (everybody else’s). Where no other local TV channel or radio station was able to go save one, I was allowed to jockey for a cherished position on the race course asphalt! If not for a ‘stage manager’ who knew I was a rookie and a completely silent but hard-nosed guy with A1 quality gear, I would have been the very first photographer of those 30 or so. I had to settle for a very poor second because the guy in front of me was HUGE, his lens was HUGE, and he was sitting away from the wall on a tiny chair and allowed to do it. I was pinned behind him by a cone the manager put almost directly behind Mr. Rude Wide Obstacle but I used a bit of guile to lean around him for a clear shot at the cyclists. Of course, this made it a nightmare for the pros behind me who were allowed to angle only slightly to get any view beyond Mr. RWO or to stand up blocking the view of the Honoured Guests, who had to stay behind the wall we were in front of. But I see it now as a cutthroat situation and I was just a hair too nice this time. / / The event was completely disorganized from the press perspective and unless one got there early enough to weed thru all the confusion, bad information, and obvious ‘insider deals’, you were reduced to standing on the wrong side of the track facing the sun, further from the finish line, and unable to even see the cyclists before they were upon you. You were leaning over/around/under other leaning people and trying to get shots where even the best cameras couldn’t focus fast enough. I saw one radio station reporter make a deal with a guy carrying a tiny automatic to get copies of his shots taken blindly from reaching out over the way and guessing the aim. That stung a bit because it could have been me if I’d been in another wrong place at the right time. LOL! / / Turns out I was the first to turn a vest in because it started to rain just before the critical time when the best riders were passing and I had absolutely nada for covering the Nikon D80. Arrgh! Fortunately I’d scoped out the fall back position: on the 6th floor of the parking lot overlooking the race. As I was getting there, I was confronted with dozens of cops and none of them looked like AMGEN guards but I finessed my way past them looking like the bumbling old man with an AMGEN badge getting to my car. The elevator let me in and didn’t move. I was about to ring the 911 on the emergency phone when it started moving after about 3 minutes. If I hadn’t been on the flippin’ ground level, I would have been freaked! But it took me to the 6th floor and the overlook of the race. The shots aren’t as good (in fact, they are bad) but I got the top three riders in the world, including Lance Armstrong, crossing the finish line before I was confronted by the police again. They had obviously been watching me scramble for the parking lot but had allowed me to get the last shots before politely asking ‘if I was packing up’. I politely said ‘yes’ and politely got me happy ass down to the ground again. There, being the ‘early bird’ in the morning really helped because the guards all knew me and trusted me so when I asked to get back into the press booth, they smiled while shaking their heads and said “good luck”. Huh? The crowd in that area had swelled to about 200 skin-tight people and I was about to leave when a TV camera was being brought in and I followed in its wake. LOL! Got me just far enough to see the stage with the winners and “The Governator”, who got a couple rousing boos and then polite applause. I never would have gotten within 100 yards if not for following the camera with my press pass because I walked thru Secret Service, police, CHP, Sheriffs’, FBI, and who knows how many plain-clothed law enforcement. The guard who let me in was sure I wasn’t going to make it. Nevertheless, I was closely watched by at least 5 people who never looked away from me, one of them the bodyguard for the Governor. Hell, I was running around with a BACKPACK they didn’t know was full of photographic stuff and my lunch and not a freakin’ BOMB! LOL! / / There it is. The story of my first REALLY, REALLY Big Photography Gig and I’m now waiting for the call from the publisher who hired me but I couldn’t care less about that part. It was a ‘photography credits only’ gig but I learned a mountain of cool stuff about being a pro and running with the professional Big Dogs. If I get published, I’ll send links but for well over 700 shots nobody but I could get, being published: gravy. The experience: priceless. Vital Statistics Nikon D80 / Nikkor 70 – 200 lens (my newest baby from another failing company in Sacramento) / Focal Length: 200mm / f/stop: 5.6 / Exposure: 1/500 / ISO: 360 / Metering mode: Pattern / Exposure program: action/sports / Exposure offset: none / Editing program: PhotoShopElement 3 for RB enlargement, contrast correction / February 14th, 2009 at 2:29pm, L Street A big thank you for the featuring in ImageWriting group!
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Levi is a resident of this area and a HUGE crowd favourite. Sure, the race officials would put him as far back towards the end of the race as possible to keep the crowds longer and build the excitement. Not to mention, his race time was better than 97% of the rest of the field and THAT didn’t hurt either. LOL! I only caught him from the vantage point of 6 floors in the sky above the track. I was fortunate to even get that with just the 70-300mm Nikkor lens – no VR, no tripod (couldn’t get it to work while I was leaning out an open window in 40 MPH gusts of wind while sheltering my camera from stray raindrops that came thru the hole I was leaning out of), and no way to see down the track to know when the 10 seconds I could see him would come. Fortunately, I had gotten a little practice with the 5 or six racers before him and was able to get the lens pre-focused somewhere in the vicinity of where I expected the rider to be. Turned out that THAT didn’t work either. They could be 25 feet in either direction and there’s no way at all to ‘catch’ a focus lock at 300mm unless you hit something “hard” immediately. If not, the camera tries to focus and you lose half your seconds trying to reacquire the moving target. I settled on pulling the focus back to about 200mm and catching the rider firmly before zooming in as quickly as I could. I missed a LOT and the wind spoiled even more shots. But I got at least one of each rider I really wanted. And the one of Lance Armstrong just might be one of the last ones of him racing his now-stolen bike. :-( I’m not sure what I would have done with a camera bag for shooting in the rain. With a headwind that stiff and unpredictable, the bag would have made an even greater ‘sail’ to toss the focus and wouldn’t have stopped rain from hitting the lens anyway. While I’d rather not lose this camera to ANY sort of damage, it IS insured 100% so ruining it to get The Shot isn’t the worse thing that can happen. But 6 weeks for repair or replacement would be a LIFETIME to be ‘camera naked’! However, a camera bag for drizzle without wind would be nice for those last few minutes of shooting before common sense tells you to get your wet rump out of the rain. :-D The weapon of choice / ____________ / Nikon D80 / Lens: Nikkor 70-300mm non-VR / Tripod: MIA because of angle out a highrise window in the wind. LOL! / Focal length: 300mm (Maxed out) / F/stop: 5.6 / Shutter: 1/500 I wanted 1000 to stop the moment in time but no way with the bad light. / ISO: a wopping 1600 with high ISO noise reduction on. That was a compromise because it forces the camera to be slower but gives you something better to work with when you get home. / Metering mode: spot Again, a compromise. Better focus but harder to get it fast. / Exposure program: full manual I had been using ACTION but it couldn’t handle the bad lighting at all. I gave up on bracketing as well. You either got it right or the entire bracket of three shots sucked anyway. / Exposure compensation: +3 I pushed it to +5 and lowered the ISO with crappy results / Shot taken at 3:50pm, 2/14/09 southward and at some ridiculous downward angle
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Featured in the group Freedom To Shine – June 09 – Thank you so much! Was out in the garden when I saw this box of fallen bougainvillea blossoms someone had swept up. Couldn’t resist popping the baby in there. Taken using my Canon 400D, natural light. /
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We were moving & my friend’s son kept getting run over because nobody would see him as they were loading the truck so my husband put this on him. It was hilarious! He kept it on all day & was a happy camper! And yes ~ it worked! lol WINNER of the Candid Captures of Children challenge in the Happy Haven Photography group
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boredom.
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graphic pen
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Captured at a crosswalk on Van Ness Blvd. in San Francisco California (USA)
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