C’est pas des blagues, j’aimerais vous écrire plus. Mais le travail… vous savez. La preuve que je suis occupé, j’écris entre deux jobs un samedi après-midi.
I think the new Nightlife should be out by now. Check it out. I don’t say that often, but I’m very proud of our cover (actually the whole editorial is pretty neat). Go team go!
When I was in switzerland, Think About Life first album kept me going during the hardest days. I was very happy to meet the guys and take their pictures for the last issue of Nightlife Magazine.
This picture hadn’t been use because it didn’t fit with the cover and all, but still, I like it a lot.
Shot with the Hasseblad and some Portra NC on Moment Factory’s terasse and edited on my laptop. Which means not so well calibrated.
Honestly, it’s not that I haven’t tried to post more often, but eli & me started to listen Friends, ce qui fait qu’en plus d’être secrètement honteux (I mean, it’s a girl thing right?) much of my free time is spent there, ce qui me laisse les quelques moments where eli’s working to post here.
On a completly different subject, I’ve been thinking about starting a flickr account. I kinda miss the galery I had on deviantart, but I don’t really feel like going back posting there.
Enough said, picture time.
Last summer my brother, step-sister, step-brother and me went for a little weekend of camping. I don’t remember where it was, mais j’me rappel qui fallait se rendre à notre spot en canot, et qu’une fois sur place on devait se débrouiller sans toilette, sans au courante pour un petit deux jours. Luckily enough, we had 50 some beers, couple of bottle of wine, and some food.
Keep an eye for our water bottle on the ground. Étrangement on a eu assez d’eau à quatre pour le weekend.
Autre chose étrange aussi, Pascal et moi avont pu assister à un moment de paix entre Hélène et Gab…
We tried to do some gymnastic. Which resulted in a total failure.
Someone will get his ass pinched.
Now that I think about it, we did washed our dishes in that same water…
I didn’t take this one.
But this one I did.
We used the water to keep the beer cold.
Water was cold. The thing to do was to avoid getting our bathingsuit wet.
Well… yeah… someone’s peeking.
We had some problems with our fire. All the wood around was kinda damp.
Screw you fire.
Next step should be fishing trip with eli’s family.
A while ago, when we were still building our studio we had this idea of putting couple neons on the ceiling. And by “couple” I mean twelve eight foot neon. Did the job, but let’s be honest, it did look like shit. So we had this issue about covering the whole thing with something more… appropriate. We spent some time trying to figure out what we could possibly do, how to do it, and how much it would cost us.
We came up with a solution that involved:
- one 6X8 plexi.
- 28 screws and bolts
- 6 carabiners
- and some wood.
So we built this superb cover.
Puis en plus d’être beau, ça fait une belle lumière pour du portrait.
Vicky
Patrick
Film scan. Hasseblad + Portra 400NC
Did my first film with the markII yesterday (thanks to SimonD for the camera, mine is still waiting to be shipped…) and I really impressed. Easy to use and super sharp. Stay tuned.
Aujourd’hui, vers 4h. on est descendu au 2ème chez Moment-Factory pour un petit “sangria party” sur leur terrasse. Allright, we have the ping pong table, but the have the nice terasse.
At 5h30 I left to meet with eli at Club Social for some more drinks. I fiercely drove my bike through the jewish crowd of Hutchison street and got there only 5 minutes late (which is, in my case, very good)
On s’est vite fait rejoindre par Adrien pour un pastis et quelques campari puis on est aller chercher le souper.
Vers 9h on est sorti prendre une marche pour digerer, puis pour s’installer sur un trottoir pour écouter des néo-hippie chanter pour regarder le Tour de l’île de nuit. Vers 11h, on s’est dit qu’on avait vu assez de glow-stick et de vélo pour l’année et qu’il était temps de rentrer. C’est seulement rendu au bas des marches de notre appart que l’on s’est aperçu que j’avais oublié mon vélo, débarré, juste sur le bord du Club Social. So half-amused, half-deceived, we walk back there and guess what, 5 hours later, it was still there. Unlocked and rusty.
That is either good karma, or our neighborhood is filled with honest folks
Ok, so I haven’t posted the last rolls I had developped but, in the mean time I had some more films so allons y avec ceux là.
I must say, I’m not so happy about how the b&w came out. I guess that’s what happen when you get black and white developp at the lab… and when you shoot tri-x in broad daylight.
It’s a really weird thing to see friends getting so big. I guess I’ll get used to it at one point, but since the baby thing is just starting I might still need a couple more.
Weird framing. This guy sells antique across the street from our studio.
I really think I should take one more second to frame properly.
I know you all wished you could eat outside when you want to. How I love my job when I can take some sun during the afternoon…
Faces you might recognized from the “deviantart” era. MC is leaving in a couple days to live in London. If you know people or places, let me know.
My CLE seems to be leaking again, shoud put some more tape.
While we were eating, eli was crafting some very nice stuffed dolls.
I think I tried to shoot with the 21mm while riding my bike. Like I’d be able to focus properly…
Then I met a friend
And then another one who lent his phone to an hassidic jew. We were having this big discussion about Canon and Nikon user being Mac or PC. Seems like jews are more PC. Exept for music as our friend said.
This guy was riding the train to Winnipeg. To bad Winnipeg is the other way around…
Late afternoon are really proper for friendly encounters by the railroad.
See how jewish women are dressing to fit their stairs. (Wide angles are not always handy)
Kids waiting for the bus.
And of the roll.
And then some color. Olympus epic + Provia
L’ail des bois, oui c’est bon, mais j’trouve que c’est un peu overraté. Surtout que c’est pas légal d’en récolter…
Un jour, Raphael va apprendre à fermer sa bouche. En attendant il bave beaucoup. Des fois j’ai peur qu’il s’assèche tellement il se désidrate par la bouche.
J’ai découvert que le cul de sac à côté du studio sert de toilette au chauffeur de taxi qui doivent se vider entre deux pickups.
This guy too had to drop off to take a leak, but he managed to get back on the train in time.
I like this one.
Eli and me invented this game where one of us closed his eyes and follow the other one. While I was blind we met SimonC and two of his friends I didn’t know. We talk for a couple minutes then left, but took a picture so I could eventually see who I was talking to. Needless to say I forgot about it and was pretty WTFed when I saw these guys on my film.
Vous pensiez toujours pas que j’allais faire un post sans photos d’éli non?
On our way to eat at a friends place before going to Think About Life
Last picture.
Take care all.
Max
It’s when I looked at the pictures on this roll that I realised how often I stop at the Club Social in the morning.
Different days, different people, same coffee.
Hey look I can carry my kid on my shoulders AND grab my women ass!
I still need to work on my hipshots. Or I could just take my time and frame…
Ok honestly I don’t feel to much like writing tonight as I’m watching the last perdiod of the first game of the NHL playoff at the same time.
Not always easy to be aware of everything going on in the background with the 20mm
Working at the studio.
I’ve been playing a bit with this picture, trying to get something interesting out of the black and white. What do you guys think?
That’s all for now. Thanks for watching.
La prochaine fois je vais me forcer un poil plus pour vous jaser ça.
Dernièrement j’ai dû rendre visite à ma future maman favorite (qui est rendu grosse comme un lutteur sumo) parce qu’elle avait des petites complications qui lui permettaient pas de sortir ses vidanges. Lors de mon passage, j’ai finalement compris (enfin je crois) ce que les gens trouvaient de bien aux bettraves (merci Étienne) et j’ai aussi emprunté une jolie bédé qui s’intitule “Le combat ordinaire”
Histoire d’un photographe un peu nevrosé qui veut arrêter la photo et qui s’en va s’installer en campagne. Pas que ça s’adresse particulièrement aux photographes, mais j’ai été vraiment ému par les deux premiers tomes. Allez savoir. L’auteur écrit sur la peur de la mort, la perte des êtres aimés, le désirs de conserver la mémoire de choses simples, la crainte des responsabilités.
Je m’étais pas senti aussi impliqué dans un livre depuis Les particules élémentaires de Michel Houellebecq…
et encore là, c’est pas comme s’il y avait un lien entre les deux outre la peur de vieillir. Très mi-trentaine comme sujet.
