Few words fill a photog’s heart with more dread than “This way to the conference room”. Sure, that cradle of organization may seem like sacred ground to your CEO, but it makes for a lousy backdrop. White walls, low ceiling, that forklift safety award -…
Read More →MISSING: Habitual lenser, recently seen loitering outside Greensboro’s federal courthouse. Answers to “RAD”, “TV Tog” and “Dude, is that thing heavy?”. Often seen schooling news crews at emergency scenes. Subject has profound attachment to his little y…
Read More →MISSING: Habitual lenser, recently seen loitering outside Greensboro’s federal courthouse. Answers to “RAD”, “TV Tog” and “Dude, is that thing heavy?”. Often seen schooling news crews at emergency scenes. Subject has profound attachment to his little y…
Read More →Ah yes, American Idol. If ever there was a cure for my writing malaise, it’s the backstage pass I hold to our nation’s goofiest game show. Then again, I’ve slept-walked though so many of these auditions, I find more intrigue in my pimento cheese collec…
Read More →Ah yes, American Idol. If ever there was a cure for my writing malaise, it’s the backstage pass I hold to our nation’s goofiest game show. Then again, I’ve slept-walked though so many of these auditions, I find more intrigue in my pimento cheese collec…
Read More →I don’t know what the hell’s going on in this picture, but I profoundly disapprove. That many in-house lenses trained on a single colleague reeks of conspiracy, the kind of back room huddling that ends with me babysitting six cameras at once while some…
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