Operation Photo Rescue is a league of photographers and graphic designers who help survivors of natural disasters recover irreplaceable family photos.
When a town is hard hit by a natural disaster, OPR gets together and holds copy runs, sessions where people from the public can bring photos in to be salvaged. Kind of an amazing way to help survivors emotionally heal!
p.s. If you’re looking for other ways to help survivors of the tornado in Oklahoma, you can also donate to the Red Cross.
Lorde / Royals by joel kefali
Joel Kefali’s video for Lorde is a series of beautifully shot scenes in the lives of ordinary folks (apart from one shot of Lorde herself, who seems like she might be about to take over the world.)
Inside / Outside by Katherine Du Tiel, 1994
I have always been interested in human anatomy because it is an attempt to figure out what is beneath the surface of the skin: I am interested in probing beyond surface experience.
I am looking at scientific representation and how it is imposed upon the body. We demand some sense of order in the world. And we are always defeated. This is the human condition. Scientific/technological progress particularly since the late 19th century has reinforced the schism between the concrete and the intangible, privileging physical absolutes and human authority over spiritual considerations. [ftp]
Towns in Oklahoma and other Midwest communities have been left decimated after at least two dozen tornadoes ripped through the region. Here are ways to help disaster relief organizations that have mobilized support.
Selfies of me at home.
Personally I am a huge fan of redscaling. It allows you to get some color in your photos, even on the grayest of days. But what if you just want to add the redscale effect to just some of your photos rather than shooting an entire roll this way? Easy enough: use a red filter! And while you’re at it, why not throw in some other colors as well?! Read on to find out how you can turn your LC-A+ into a rainbow camera!
It was a Sunday in Montreal.It was rainy and cold. We decided to go down a few back alleyways but to be honest nobody was really around.Magic happens for god knows what reason in photography but all of a sudden I saw Sue standing by this doorway and quickly pulled the car over.She was small,smaller than expected.She spoke broken english with a heavy French accent.The first words were “I am just trying to get money for my eye surgery”.Her left eye was running pretty bad and she kept having to wipe away the fluid with a dirty rag.I knew she was working but I really didn’t understand why she felt the need to explain herself to a complete stranger holding a camera,but then it hit me.It was mothers day and as I raised my camera I noticed the number on the wall was also my birthday.My heart began to beat a bit faster as I pushed the shutter.Did she have a mothers guilt? And me a sons remorse? Too many feelings to explain from my childhood.I gave her some money and she smiled.I never really regained my composer.I went back to the hotel and called my mom.I never told her I took the saddest photo of a prostitute (and probable mom) on mothers day.I don’t know why this one hit so hard.But it did.
Leica M240,35mm lens
© Nikki Sixx Photography
R.I.P. Ray Manzarek of The Doors. Thank you for the music.