Ever since Spencer Lum’s workshop back in July of last year, I’ve been thinking about my palette. Palette, in photography, refers to the colors that you use. In any given scene, a photographer chooses to include or exclude based on artistic choice. And a photographer chooses which scenes to photograph, obviously. My palette tends to pops of color, but I sometimes find myself avoiding color or working against it. So in February I made a conscious effort to seek out colors and work with them in their vibrancy. Here are some images from my experiments.
Y’all seemed to like lunch #1 well enough, so here I am with another popular lunch here at the Wilkie household (minus George… he doesn’t like any of this stuff. I make it when he’s at school.) Today we’re making “fried” eggplant with sour-cream-and-a-shit-ton-of-garlic-and-dill.
There is a distinct nostalgia among those who spend any significant period of time in New Orleans. And though for some of us, those years were college years and therefore imbued with all the nostalgia of any college experience, we know that it is a very special place. And now, living in buttoned-up Washington, we find ourselves frequently wishing for those carefree years of public binge drinking, potholes the size of refrigerators, astoundingly ineffective local government and the ever-looming threat of “the big one.” I jest! New Orleans will always be, in some strange way, home. Thus, my friends and I found ourselves trying to bring the “real” Mardi Gras spirit to Clarendon’s family-friendly “parade” last month.