Nov27

Thomas Menino

When i was growing up in South Boston, we had a great Mayor. Ray Flynn. I was a bit young to understand politics at that time, but he was well liked around many parts in South Boston. My first interaction with him was, as told by my mother – There was some dedication ceremony at Castle Island and i walked up on stage and sat next to the Mayor as they announced something which i can’t remember. I don’t even recall doing that. My next encounter was something that stayed with me, i was walking down Preble street one day and heard a commotion of fire engines, people screaming etc. Apparently there was a big fire on the very corner of Preble St and Dot Ave. And then i saw that Mayor Flynn was helping a young lady that appeared to be burned away from the raging fire. That never left me. Fast forward to Thomas Menino. The man who started a push for “Bike Week” was himself hit by a car. The man that every time he spoke publicly, you listened to hear the funny mistakes or the umpteenth mispronounced word. After school we used to head to Chinatown Cafe almost daily for lunch and occasionally we’d see the mayor come in. That was my first glimpse of Mr. Menino. Unimpressive but always dressed to the nines. He’d come in, talk to Mr. Soohoo the owner and joke around a bit and get his food and typically leave. You would see his name and sometimes his face on everything going on in the city. That which is expected from a local politician and a consummate politician he always was. Nobody could have the nickname ‘mumbles’ in public office and not be a bit...

Aug15

Renu + Brendan

After years of documenting other couples romances, learning their personal stories and most certainly what makes most couples ‘tick’… I figured it was time to tell my story. I’m usually fairly private when it comes to my personal life. However, several of our friends and family couldn’t make it to Delhi. So this will be a photographic and novel placeholder for those that couldn’t make it and I guess now – for the world to see. Renu and I met just under two years ago. We’ve had our very own version of a whirlwind romance and here I sit at Schiphol Airport spilling the proverbial ‘beans’… Renu and I didn’t hit it off immediately. Actually when I first met her, I thought she was standoffish and rather brute in her demeanor and was put off by this. Our first ‘date’ was a complete disaster. Coincidentally enough, as I sit here at Schiphol Airport – I brought Stroopwaffels to our first date. Thinking back, I have no idea why I brought those to our first date. Moving on… her standoffish demeanor was off-putting at first but then I realized that people with this demeanor oftentimes are equally as passionate about things they hate and love. I personally believe that people like this have huge caring hearts, and they put on this shell-like facade because of past experiences. I guess for Renu and myself, it was fate that I saw right through her. As the relationship progressed I learned that she also had the innate ability to see through me as well. I guess this works well, as we both have the ‘feature’ where we basically talk before we think, particularly when in an aggravated state of mind. However, one of the things I love most...

Delhi Bridal Fashion Shoot...

Foreword: I used to have a photography business: symbolphoto.com or view: https://www.flickr.com/photos/symbolphotography/ Every once in a while you have to throw your expectations and preconceived notions right out the window… After returning from Jaipur we were contacted about setting up a shoot in Delhi. After making some calls, we had a model, an amazing dress manufacturer and a location set. Everyone who has experience in all things India knows that you need a plan B and oftentimes even a plan C. So I made sure to have plan D to ensure things went off without a hitch. We blew through plan A and B in the first 15 minutes. Plan C involved a little bribery with the police and long periods of waiting, but we finally got through the shoot. Tarun Tahiliani gave us two of his latest dresses for us to incorporate into our shoot and we were let loose around Delhi to use them as we saw fit. Each dress was extremely heavy when held only in your hands, though once on the model, she confirmed that it was bearable since the weight was distributed throughout the body. Shooting on the street in India isn’t as hard as it may seem at first, we have experience dealing with all sorts of incidentals. But shooting in the middle of Delhi on a busy weekday can test the patience of any seasoned photographer. Luckily, we over-prepared. After the shoot, we returned to the Tarun Tahiliani factory and that’s where our expectations were blown away. Tarun Tahiliani’s factory is in a very unassuming location outside Delhi. The preconceived notions i had were that we’d enter some musty factory filled with underpaid and overworked employees. More wrong – i could not be. Not only was the...

India 2009

Boston Wedding Photographers usually don’t get a break until late November or Early December. I decided this year to again visit beautiful India. And I already miss it… They say India’s society is an exercise in “survival of the fittest” and the same could be said for its tourists. India is the type of place that can chew up and spit out the most seasoned of world travelers… and ask for seconds. The minute you get into a car in India you will see the idol ‘Ganesh’ on the dashboard of even the most desperate auto-rickshaw. And there is a reason – you’re going to need that God at every corner, every intersection and maybe even just in your hotel’s parking lot. One wonders why you don’t see Ganesh on citizens shoelaces and on bicycles, because as Ganesh knows, they need it more. But despite all of this, once you let go of your preconceived notions and just let the chaos envelope you and go with the flow, then and only then are you are truly ready to be a tourist of this fine country. Colors, odors, animals all congregate here, and typically in the same place. All living things are abound and in full force. All it takes is the leveling of your camera to invoke a smile of even the most destitute of people. And that’s where the love comes in. How could one not fall in love with people who persevere and smile in the face of life’s most ardent adversary – daily life in a third world country. I hesitate to call India a ‘third world’ country, as it surely doesn’t feel like one to me. But alas, true to definition, it is. However, as third-world as it may be,...