CABELL TICE PHOTOGRAPHY // THE PNW MEETS THE ANE
My brother Cabell, Boston based photography and three time World Latte Art Champion, just launched his website Cabell Tice Photography at www.cabelltice.com and he is open for business. Weddings, engagements, portraits, also some band photography in there for fun.
In a similar stylistic vane as many of my favorite photographers out of the North West like Ben Blood, The Manchiks, and Kristen Marie. He’s bringing that moving journalistic approach to the community here, and of course if you want - even to places as far as Italy.
Have a visit, enjoy his beautiful photos, and book something!
His instagram is pretty nice too.
Tonight’s hang with @rafamonsnap. #vscocam #bushwickrisekingdom #theJohnsons (at The Johnson’s)
Union Square at night. #vscocam #nycatnight (at Union Square Park)
Our living room is potluck ready. Moved in - to Brooklyn. (at El Parque)
Robe theory. #vscocam #MadeinUSA #theacehotel
"Bring Along a Brownie," the ad copy read, and in 1900, the year of its introduction, 150,000 people did. By 1907 more than a million had been sold. Named the Brownie after characters in a series of 19th-century children’s books, the easy-to-use camera was the brainchild of George Eastman, founder of the Eastman Kodak Company. It originally sold for a dollar and put photography within the reach of everyone - including Ansel Adams, whose first camera, a Brownie, was presented to him by his parents on a family trip to Yosemite.
Until its demise in 1970 it was the camera of memories, used to take pictures of weddings, high school graduations, pets, babies, birthday parties, Halloween trick-or-treaters, and countless Kodak moments. Before the Brownie, photography was an elite, expensive pursuit. The Brownie changed all that. “Kodak wasn’t just selling a camera, it was selling a wholesome way of life,” says George Eastman House curator Todd Gustavson. To bring out the Brownie was to confer on any event the status of special occasion. Through its viewfinder we learned how- and what - to remember. — Cathy Newman
New York City. #vscocam (at New York City)
And suddenly I realized that I should have to shoot the elephant after all. The people expected it of me and I had got to do it; I could feel their two thousand wills pressing me forward, irresistibly. And it was at this moment, as I stood there with the rifle in my hands, that I first grasped the hollowness, the futility of the white man’s dominion in the East. Here was I, the white man with his gun, standing in front of the unarmed native crowd – seemingly the leading actor of the piece; but in reality I was only an absurd puppet pushed to and fro by the will of those yellow faces behind. I perceived in this moment that when the white man turns tyrant it is his own freedom that he destroys. He becomes a sort of hollow, posing dummy, the conventionalized figure of a sahib. For it is the condition of his rule that he shall spend his life in trying to impress the “natives,” and so in every crisis he has got to do what the “natives” expect of him.
Dear friend, producer, traveler, musician, creative, believer. // Toby’s Estate, Spring 2013. BRKLYN, NY
All this snow and nowhere to go. Putting up some black and white throwbacks. // Spring 2013 // Brkln, NY