The Feral Eye

Archive for July, 2009

El Rio Grande

Means “The Big River”


El Rio Grande

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Santa Fe and Taos

Just a side note, don’t fly Northwest Airlines. Arrived in Albuquerque a day late, rented car, drove up to Santa Fe hour and a half a way, opened bag, entire contents completely drenched, stained, finest wedding attire ruined, 4th of July so nothing is open… Bastards said I had to drive back hour and a half to ABQ airport to file a damage report before they could do anything.

Thanks to one shirt I had in plastic, and good use of a blow dryer and iron, we made it safely to wedding festivities. Andy and Cameron got married out at this Hacienda up in the hills of Cerillos, about an hour out of Santa Fe. Amazing location and a great night, partied hard, took great Studiobooth shots (up soon), and enjoyed the clean high-desert air.

The next day took our rental truck for a drive up to Taos, Great Gorge of the Rio Grande, and some off-roading. Will get back out there soon for sure, very peaceful.

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

Santa Fe and Taos

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Unexpected Stopover

So, trying to fly out to do a StudioBooth wedding in Santa Fe for my boy Andy Johnson, who I met when we interned for Steve McCurry back in the day, we had a “brief” weather delay out of LGA… Brief rainstorm… 3 hour delay… Missed connection… Lands us at the Ramada Inn Mall of America in sunny Minneapolis. Thanks to Northwest Airlines we had to pay for the wonderful room too.

We made the best of it. I had never seen the mall, so grabbed camera and headed out for a night stroll. The Mall is open 24/7 but all the stores close around 9pm. Creates a strange ambience of shut storefronts and custodial staff. Shell of capitalist pride.

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

Mall of America

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The King has Died

On the eve of Michael Jackson’s death, I made my way up to Harlem’s Apollo theatre round about midnight. This was the origin of Jackson’s climb to fame, after his dad packed the kids in the van and drove straight from Gary, Indiana. MJ was 9.

There was a large gathering, singing, dancing, crying… The King of Pop’s reverberations echoed in the street and in the hearts.

I’ve been on an MJ tribute mix binge ever since. Download DJ Ayer’s mix here from The Fader, top notch.

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson

Here’s some clips from the night:

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