CHRISTOPHER LANGE
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dreary saturdays spent drinking shit coffee, a discussion of life taking place beneath the steely sky.
billie holiday was a day late.
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I had just returned to school from my Thanksgiving break. It was cold, damp, and quiet, save for the water rushing in the drains at the base of the street.
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Occasionally you find yourself roaming the streets at 3 in the morning, soaked to the bone in a torrent that seems as though it will never stop.
Flickering lights pierce the foggy windows of restaurants and bars, tempting you with their warm embrace. Before you can make up your mind you find yourself halfway down the block, and its too late to turn back.
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It had rained all afternoon as I wound my way through the financial district and onto the Esplanade. The sun began to pierce through the clouds while I sat on the ground beneath an awning at the marina, and I continued further down the esplanade.
Climbing the stairs to the observation deck set atop Gigino, a small restaurant on the river, I looked out over the grass and the water, watching the ferries meander up and down the Hudson.
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POOL PARTY II by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
I could do this all day.
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We were having dinner at John’s on Bleecker when we noticed that someone had left a toilet on the street. Over the course of the meal, a few people stopped to look at it, and one guy even went so far as to orient it parallel to the street, from its original placement in the middle of the sidewalk…
We paid for the pie and our beers, and walked out onto the street.
So here we are, Charlie sitting on the john outside of John’s.
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Hard edged light on porcelain skin.
Don’t break your mother’s good china.
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Phelan and I have known each other for a long time. 7 years, actually. We don’t see each other that often due to the fact that we have gone to different universities, but it’s always great to get the old crew from high school together to have fun. Last night he had a party at his place, and I shot this photograph as things were winding down.
He was totally exhausted, and was standing outside watching the stragglers stagger back to their tents and cars to sleep.
“I’m so fucking tired, man.”
I took a sip of my beer and agreed that it had been a hell of a night, but that it was totally worth it.
“There’s empty chairs up by the fire, lets go chill for a minute.”
We walked up to the fire pit and struck up a conversation with the few others that were still sitting there.
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VIEW FROM THE PROMENADE - 6.9.2012 by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
I walked briskly along the promenade on a Saturday afternoon. It was humid, but the streaks of rain dotting my t-shirt helped keep me from melting into the pavement. The sun had been in and out all day, and later on in the evening, would turn the coast of Brooklyn into a sun-soaked idyllic paradise.
At this point in the day however, it was drizzling. I like shooting in light rain because it generally lends a particular quality to the light that I absolutely love in black and white. I was working quickly, and was sitting on the partition between the upper walk-way of the Promenade, and the highway decks about 16 feet below. I waited for maybe…three or four minutes before making an exposure, and yet another three before making this one. As it turns out, the first was absolute garbage, none of the bicycles were there, and the people were in all the wrong places.
I nailed it, in this one though, I think.
-Chris.
Ps. Notice the tiny sailboat in the upper left part of the image?
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Sometimes I get bored.
My eyes get tired, I no longer feel inspired, and I start making really, really, REALLY boring photographs. Whenever I feel this starting to happen, I change my wandering habits, and go to a location that I either haven’t been to in a while, or have never visited before.
In this case, I decided to revisit the edge of Brooklyn Heights, where the Brooklyn Bridge park splits off into numerous paths and walkways, eventually snaking up to the ferry terminal. I was walking along, and hopped a few fences to get some better vantage points, before coming back to the pathway leading up towards Joralemon St. and noticing the absolutely beautiful light that was hitting these skeletons of warehouses.
It was really refreshing to photograph a subject I don’t normally look at, in an area that I don’t usually frequent. I was also fortunate to have the light on my side, that particular evening.
Who says 35mm is for wimps?
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