CHRISTOPHER LANGE
Photographer
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917 • 558 • 0476
chrisplange@gmail.com
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I shot this 2 summers ago, some of you who have been following me for a long time may remember seeing it.
I just revisited the negative about two weeks ago in the darkroom, made a new 18x18” print, it looks really beautiful. It’s different than this original version here, a bit lighter, with crisper tones, but the print is too big to scan…
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I met T-Money, a member of F-Chain, a rap group out of Philly, in Union Square over the summer. Big fan of this one.
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NORTH END I by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
Brooklyn Sorachi Ace.
A fine craft brew by the venerable Brooklyn Brewery, and it’s on tap on the North End Grill in Battery Park.
If you can avoid, or don’t mind the corporate financier crowd, the NEG is a fantastic place to grab a beer and a bite.
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COLIN HUGGINS by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
Colin has been dragging a piano into Washington Square Park since 2007, playing beneath the trees. He is affectionately referred to as the “Crazy Piano Guy” by New Yorkers and various publications. Make a point to listen to him some time.
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GLEN HANSARD by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
I mentioned a few weeks ago that I photographed Glen in New York, and I finally got round to developing the film this evening. I made the photographs on extremely expired Ilford XP2, hence the embedded frame-numbers from the backing paper.
I loved Once, saw it many times, and own it, of course. It was a real treat to get to chat with Glen, and it turns out he’s a pretty avid photographer himself, using black and white film no less.
There are a few other good frames on the roll, I might post them soon, or I might save them for later, not sure yet.
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NORTH END II by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
Danny Meyer’s North End Grill.
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EASTBOUND by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
A grin slipped across my face as I craned my neck to look up into the viewfinder of my Rollei. I was holding it out the sunroof of my friend’s car, upside down so I could look up onto the ground glass, and was praying that a five-hundredth at twenty-two would be enough to tame the violently bright sun.
There was so much drag that the camera felt like it wanted to fly out of my hands, and for a moment I was scared that it would. The last thing I wanted was to look out the window and see my little Rolleiflex explode on contact with the pavement, the parts splattered across the highway as if it were a piñata hit by a Jeep at 80mph.
I circled the strap around my wrist one more time, just to make sure.
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Walking through Brooklyn Bridge park I was amazed at how vacant it was. Generally the place is packed with sunbathers, kids, wedding groups, and tourists.
I was grateful for having the space to myself on that hazy evening, and walked into this massive vacant lot, the shell of a former industrial building of some sort…
I really love this building, sitting inside of it during the evening as the sun goes down, seeking refuge from the abusive heat in the long shadows. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes for a minute before I heard voices approaching. I made this photograph before I could be interrupted, and moved on.
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