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Making Peace With Self-Timers

It seems like every photographer has done a self-portrait project.  Not me.  The self-timer and I have declared a ceasefire.  Our battles are always the same: I set up the shot and pre-focus on the leaf where my butt will go, and I hit the shutter and run into the frame. Which leaf was I supposed to sit on again?  The camera doesn’t wait, it starts snapping away, and just as I figure out what to do with my left hand, the burst is finished and it’s time to haul myself back up to check the back of the camera.  Most images end up with awkward parts of my body cut out of the frame or out of focus in ways that aren’t artsy at all.

In that moment, I finally I understand what it feels like to see yourself on the other side of the lens.  What in the world is that claw hand about? -delete-  OMG is that what my profile really looks like? -delete- Why oh why didn’t I brush the hair out of my eyes? -delete- My elbow looks WAY too bony from that angle, gross. -delete- It’s a vulnerable place to be, on the other side of that lens.  It amazes me how brave you have to be to let me shoot you.  How much trust you all give me when you let me point the camera your way.

I pondered it all as I stared into the rushing water of the Musconetcong.  My happy place.  Even if all my self-portraits made me cringe, I wanted to hang on to the memory.  All the memories.   All the times my sister and I went swimming with our beat-up river shoes on.  All the times I ran over the bridge building up endurance for cross-country…and then came to the Dreaded Hill.   That 4th of July when I went tubing through with my best friends.  And all the times I walked down there just to sit.

So I went back and forth once again.  Camera shutter.  Leaf.  And when the burst finished, I didn’t scrutinize every shot.  I just turned the camera off and stared into the water instead.

self portrait musconetcong river

February 13, 2013 - 11:19 pm

Life with Kaishon - I think this picture is beautiful! So nice to meet you tonight. I saw your name on the ReStart list so I liked your facebook page and then came to meet you! I live outside of Philly but work there a few days a week. Your website is beautiful. I hope you have a wonderful year. : ) Love, Becky

February 14, 2013 - 7:27 am

Carina - Thank you so much, Becky! What a nice comment to wake up to in the morning. : )

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Foodie Friday – Rue 52

The whole city is my oyster, but if I had my way I’d never leave my West Philly bubble.  I come from the land of co-ops and farmer’s markets and big front porches and Dock Street Pizza and Ethiopian food and TREES!  And when new little cafes pop up in my hood, I get pretty excited.  Rue 52 isn’t brand spankin’ new anymore, but for some reason it took me a few months to remember to check it out.  I just don’t usually think of 52nd Street as having any viable sit ‘n’ snack options!  Once I got it through my thick skull, I finally walked over to Rue 52 for a crepe date with Katie and became utterly infatuated.  The interior is modern and comfortable – a spacious seating area in the back is supplemented by a couple of cute tables near the front window.  So bring your laptop and stay a while; the people watching is great!  And the crepes are, well, OMG.  Get a “Rittenhouse” and sub the ranch dressing with pesto and you have a chicken, pesto, mozz, and bacon -gasm in your mouth.  And best yet, you will definitely be stuffed and forced to take some home with you (earning the Stephen stamp of approval)!  On another crepe date, I tried a simple sweet crepe with butter, sugar, and lemon.  It was the perfect sweet and light compliment to a cup of coffee in the morning.  The coffee is very tasty in its own right, and one time my mom twisted my arm to get a chocolate raspberry latte (earning the Carina sweet tooth stamp of approval as well).  So fair warning – if you want to meet with me anytime in the next few months, chances are I’ll try to drag you on a crepe date to Rue 52.

philadelphia restaurant photo rue 52

philadelphia restaurant photo rue 52 crepe

philadelphia restaurant photo rue 52 interior

philadelphia restaurant photo rue 52 crepe

 

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In Katie’s Kitchen

This story starts with a crepe date, which, in case you hadn’t noticed, is a great way to start a story.  Or a date for that matter.  Ms. Katie Eclectik Domestic Briggs made the trek out to West Philly one of those cold-snap days that turned my hands purple because I thought I could get away with walking four blocks without gloves.  Luckily, a cup of Americano warmed them back up in no time as the two of us sat down for a delightful and overdue chat.  Katie and I speak the same language – food, not French – and she is also a fellow blogger, so basically, we had so much to talk about that we had to follow up with another date!   Last week, it was my turn to visit Katie in her South Philly kitchen where we made some photos and her dad’s signature Caesar salad dressing.  Believe me, you DEFINITELY want to grab that recipe on her blog!  So here she is: the incredibly talented, joyful, and beautiful Eclectik Domestic herself!  (Eat your heart out, Martha Stewart!)

philadelphia portrait photographer kitchen

philadelphia portrait food blogger eclectik domestic

philadelphia portrait food blogger eclectik domestic

philadelphia portrait food blogger eclectik domestic

philadelphia portrait food blogger eclectik domestic

philadelphia portrait food blogger eclectik domestic

philadelphia portrait food caesar salad

 

February 8, 2013 - 12:02 pm

Foodie Friday – Rue 52 » Molto Carina - [...] snack options!  Once I got it through my thick skull, I finally went to Rue 52 for a crepe date with Katie and became utterly infatuated.  The interior is modern and comfortable – a spacious seating [...]

February 13, 2013 - 11:21 pm

Life with Kaishon - So much fun! My friends and I went to that restaurant for crepes a few years ago. It was absolutely splendid from what I can recall : ).

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Fashion Friday – Children’s Fancywear

Floral prints, puffy shoulders, lace-edged bibs, and satin ribbons tied around the waist.  That would describe pretty much all the fancywear in my closet in 1992.  I look at little kids these days wearing skinny jeans with a studded belt, miniature Chucks, and a faux fur bolero on top, and I’m a little jealous!  Not that I didn’t LOVE getting fancied up in my adorkable little dresses as a kid… But back then we really didn’t have the same options of dressing like tiny replicas of fashion-forward adults.  It was a bib you couldn’t spill on or nothing!  I know all you 80s babies are feelin’ me right now!  But imagine our collective mortification if our parents put our little brothers in dresses or us girls in a toddler sized corset.  A corset!

I recently visited the Perelman Building, an annex to the Philadelphia Museum of Art where they always have interesting costume and textile exhibitions.  Right now they are showing a collection of childrenswear  from the late 18th to mid-20th centuries that give a fascinating peek into fashions from the past.

fashion friday fancy childrens clothes perelman buildin

fashion friday baby shoes perelman building

And for a little peek into fashions from MY past….

8th birthday dress

Happy (throwback) Fashion Friday!

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Snow Falling Away

It was quiet on the third floor.  And a little chilly.  The hall thermometer dipped below 55, which signaled that I could turn the heat on guilt-free.  Under 60 is really the rule, but I try to push it if I can.  One quick slide of a switch spit a mouthful of blue flames into the fireplace as I swallowed some more tea.  Just me and the Rizzo cat and Claude Debussy, sitting by the fire and watching the snow fall on a Friday afternoon.  We don’t really get much snow in Philly, and it usually disappears in a day or two.  So when I watch it fall, I don’t worry about tracking salty mudpuddles through the house later or skating down icy sidewalks instead of running for the trolley in the morning.  When I watch it fall, I just sit quietly and watch…each moment, every thought falling away on a snowflake.

 

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