Tom Bertolotti | Portrait & Commercial Photographer in Redondo Beach, CA
Mannequins are very much like actors. Theatrical actors are taught that emotions are expressed by gestures, and gestures start from the core of one’s body and unravel through their limbs. And, finally, they are painted
Sometimes we do very creative things, and then we stop, and we don’t understand why. We feel “less” creative, less inspired. Maybe the problem is how we think of creativity? Maybe there are two ways
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. …
Tom the photographer, Tom the doctor in philosophy, and Father Tom the disappointed religious scholar finally coexisted in an icon. The images were ludicrous at first, but the more you looked at them the more sense they seemed to make. …
On Tuesday I got to spend more time with an old friend of mine: the California 1. Contrarily to what one could assume (or at least to what I assumed), the State Route 1 does
Social media abounds with posts tagged #californiadreamin. Santa Monica sunsets, Downtown dusks, lazy afternoons in Melrose, crisps brunches at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Malibu. San Diego. There, you are California Dreaming’. And if you have
The road after Monterey was new and exciting to me. Every panel and exit sign looked like a page from Steinbeck’s novels. Monterey, Cannery Row, Salinas, Moss Landing, Santa Cruz. The land I drove through
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’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,