Fairfax, and Sunset
Fairfax, isn’t that is Los Angeles? Yes! This blog has been quiet for more than a year. I have been busy, but when I was not busy I was lazy and the result was no
Tom Bertolotti | Portrait & Commercial Photographer in Los Angeles
Fairfax, isn’t that is Los Angeles? Yes! This blog has been quiet for more than a year. I have been busy, but when I was not busy I was lazy and the result was no
Before the Atomic Sunset, I was being deliberately lazy today in Redondo Beach. Or better, I was sitting at the living room table listening to KJAZZ and editing family photos from the weekend. It was
I’m hearing a lot of talk of end of Summer. The back to school feeling is not helping. But we’re still one month before the calendar will suggest it’s Fall. And the leaves still won’t
We get a lot of bad news. We get some good news, but we get a lot of bad news. If you look into popular music, though, the news we get are not so bad.
It felt like the first day of summer in two years because there was so much joy. I don’t want to speculate on the nature of this joy, I want to take it at face value. It felt like the first safe day of summer. …
I brought my 100-400 lens to the beach earlier as Anne-Claire and I ordered pizza from a new truck on the Esplanade. A few minutes ago I was looking at my idle captures, I zoomed
Most good art deals with Time and Death. This has been the case since the Ancients invented Art. “What about Love?” you might wonder. When art is good, love is a function of time and death. Think of Shakespeare: all of his (their?) dramas about love are ultimately tales about death and time and how the two are joined in a ribbon. Time, timelessness, but also timeliness. Death, mortality, or (the unlikely) lack thereof. …
I am not a big fan of flying. First, I’m sort of heavy set and each time I sit in an airplane I wonder if they got even smaller or I gained more weight (and
I’ll try to keep this short, as a postcard. My first batch of postcards have arrived! I don’t see them simply as postcards: to me, they are mini-artworks. If you are old (or hipster) enough,
French philosopher Roland Barthes, in his 1980 book Camera Lucida, sets off his reflections by focusing on the relationship between photography and death. Portraits, he thought, are like revenants, and like ghosts, but they don’t