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The Rose

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

Eames sat there in muted silence. It was a single bolt of lightning in an otherwise gorgeous day. It was dry and sunny, seventy degrees or so, at the bier garden of a beachside restaurant. A typical summer day in the British Colombian coast.

In a way, he was watching the world go by as he became more and more transparent, the only thing that made sense to him at that point was breathing and the sounds of crashing waves near by. He was in a trance.

“Eames?” … “Eames, you there?”

“Huh?” Eames replied, snapping out of his daze.

“Hey Eames, what’s the matter man?”

He realized that his friend Edwin was talking to him and took a swig of the pint of beer that he was clutching. It wasn’t cold anymore, indicating how long it has been since he last touched the beer.

“My bad Edwin, what’s up?”

“What’s up with me? No no no. What’s up with you? You’ve been in a trance for the past few minutes. It was starting to get kind of weird. You okay?” said Edwin, with a glimmer of concern in his voice.

Eames fully snapped out of his trance and realized that he was sitting across Edwin at the bier garden of his favorite restaurant, The Rose. Today was Thursday, the usual day when Eames and Edwin would meet up a day drink. He was amidst a crowd of people enjoying a late lunch on the beachfront. Ed was on his phone as usual, casually drinking a Molson draft and occasionally eyeing the gorgeous women along the beach.

Eames was clutching the pint of the, almost warm, house IPA. He took a mild sip again and set it down on the table.

“Yeah Ed, I’m fine. Just thinking about logistics. Hey, I’m gonna get going. I’ll catch you tonight or something, yeah?”

“Sure man, I’ll see you later. Take it easy okay? You look worn.” Said Edwin.

Eames threw some singles on the table for tips, put on his sunglasses and grabbed his keys to his father’s 1973 Porsche 911 and waved goodbye to Katie, his favorite waitress.

Walking towards the parking lot, he slipped back into his trance. The only thing that woke him up again was the sound of the flat-six engine roaring to life as he turned the ignition. 

Good Work

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

I believe that all good work stems from some sort of issue, wether that be heartbreak, mental illness, anger, and other. Boring work is produced through sanity and the level headed. 

I believe that I'm somewhere in the middle. 

I'll bet you anything that this picture will make you want to puke if you look at it enough. 


Sequential Blur Motion

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

A few weekends ago during midnight, I took a series of blur motion shots in Rogers Park, Chicago. I have to say that I'm quite proud of this sequential set, although it took a good amount of processing make them presentable. Thank god for Lightroom. 

From a technical standpoint, I shot this barbarically. I set my camera on a log (the best tripod nature could provide you), set an exposure compensation of - 1 stop, ISO 1600, f/5.6, and a shutter speed of around 1 second to get the blur. Also, I prayed to Jesus Christ that I wouldn't shake the camera when I pressed the shutter. The latitude from shooting in RAW helped immensely too. It was spur of a moment sequence. 

I think this type of abstraction is a route that I want to explore over the next few years of my life. With the right amount of diligence, I'm sure I will be able to start a portfolio series. 

 

 

Midlife Crisis

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

I saw a movie last night and it included a scene about a middle aged man having a midlife crisis. It described a point in one's life where the road narrows, and the only path that he has is the one he's on. Unfortunately, I think this is inevitable. We'll all come to a point where we have to settle. Fortunately for me, I understand that I love certain things and I don't love other things. I think that will make all the difference. 


BMW R100

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

My dear friend, Zach Rausch, decided that it was time to pull the trigger on something that he's been wanting for quite some time. His Honda Magna was slowly dying and it was in need of some intensive repair work. During this time, he was slowly hunting for his new bike on Craigslist. Sure enough, he found it; a BMW R100 listed in an ad in Wisconsin. These bikes are notorious for having mileage counts well into the six figures, and he had found one that only had around twenty thousand. We both hopped in his CRV and headed up to see the bike. Besides the ugly windjammer that the previous owner had placed on it, it was a beautiful machine. 

Two weeks later, he pulled the trigger and bought the bike. I decided to do a quick series of him on his new beast. The look I was going for was similar to that of the advertisement pictures that Barbour uses in their store in Lincoln Park.

I think I nailed it. 

Godspeed, my friend! 

Shot on a Canon 60D w/ a 40mm f/2.8

Mahomet, Illinois

See.

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

It was three on Friday afternoon, a beautiful day in Champaign. But I needed out. Immediately. I usually feel confined here after a few weeks and an escape was necessary. After my Materials Science discussion section, I hopped on my baby blue Univega Roadbike and hauled ass back to my apartment. I ran in and grabbed the essentials: The 60D, the X-700, a toothbrush and a change of clothes. Within five minutes, I was out of the apartment with my go bag and my bearing set to Chicago. 

I firmly decided that I needed to go take some street photography. Champaign doesn't offer much for street photography. While I usually don't do the whole "street" thing, I have developed an interest due to some new infatuation with some of Henri Cartier Bresson's work. 

Fast forward a day and a half and I find myself around the Lincoln Park area. After lunch at Sultan's Market with friends, I saw a wonderful composition fall before me. It was a middle aged father with two beautiful kids on one of the most gorgeous days I've seen in Chicago. Behind them was the See eyeglass store. I smashed the camera to my face and worked the scene before I was noticed. (Although the little boy noticed me right away, as you can see.) 

The reason why I love this photograph so much is due to the father not paying attention to his children. The children are glistening with joy and exuberance of being outside, seeing the world again, learning about the world again. And yet, the father is busy on his iPhone seeing his world through a three inch screen.

It's almost as if the world is telling him, "Please sir, just see." 

See Canon 60D w/ 40mm f/2.8 Location: Clark Street, Lincoln Park, Chicago, IL (c) Satoshi Takekuma

See

Canon 60D w/ 40mm f/2.8

Location: Clark Street, Lincoln Park, Chicago, IL

(c) Satoshi Takekuma

 

 

"what if?"

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

You’re in the sea and you want to belong.

Sporting a yoga mat, like a sword by your side. Sporting a yoga mat to let others know that you do yoga. Sporting a yoga mat to let people know that you belong.

Your soul is free, as your mind has led you to believe. But dear, there’s a curious sadness behind your eyes. Begging, begging, begging to ask the question, “what if?” But the mirror tells you to cover the question with a layer of mascara and eye shadow. Don’t bother with silly questions. 

The shadows are frightening for you. Scared of the unknown? That’s all right, love. They say it’s the biggest fear of all. 

All I ask is from you is to take a leap of faith. Toward your own, true bearing. 

So you can find yourself. Happy. And not wondering “what if?”



April Fools

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

I've been wanting to do an article like this for a while and I feel like today is the most appropriate time for it. 

Photographs lie. They're just a snapshots of a certain moment in a photographers life. Furthermore, it's only a certain angle of the total light field. A crop can further remove context out of a photograph. And this is all good, it is the photographer's choice to do this. 

One of the most notable examples of a photograph that has been misinterpreted is the famous Saigon Execution by photojournalist Eddie Adams. 

The photograph depicts a seemingly helpless man being executed by a General with a revolver in a Vietnamese town ravaged by war. This image is powerful and has been used and spoofed in various ways, mostly as a criticism against war and etc. However, people aren't aware of the fact that the man being executed was a guerrilla fighter that had killed the General's wife and family, his soldiers, and committed numerous war crimes. While the General was technically in the right from a judicial standpoint, the General is portrayed simply as a man killing a helpless man in cold blood. Eddie Adams even commented on the photograph by stating, "The General killed the Viet Cong; I killed the General with my camera." 

On a lighter matter, I recently went to Chicago to see some of my favorite people. I took a series of photographs of my dear friend, Patrick. The picture below will probably evoke some reflective and contemplative feelings within you. I processed the picture with high contrast and saturated blacks.

Patrick in Noir. 

Patrick in Noir. 

However, in reality. Patrick is a hilarious, stand-up comedian. He's extremely lighthearted and genuine. Couldn't tell that with the previous photograph, huh? His personality is better conveyed in the next picture. 

Patrick per usual. 

Patrick per usual. 

Photographers have to make choices. We try to make photographs deeper than what they are. We try to make them look better for the audience. We try to impress other people. It's not right, it's not wrong. It's just the way it is. 

So before you see a picture completely at face value, understand that you're missing a lot of context from the image. While that might be upsetting and disconcerting for some, I find it fascinating from my perspective. It leaves me wondering. It gives you another level of depth to the image. 

Happy April Fools. 

Koken

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

I can announce that I finally created my personal website after almost a year of indecision. The whole idea for my website would be to have a localized source for all of my photos for friends and family to see. It's not meant as a showcase for a professional portfolio, just something set up better than a Facebook page, Flickr account, or a Tumblr. I've wanted something simple, intuitive, and clean. I've toyed around with the idea for quite a while, and I even went to the extent of creating a couple of prototypes.  However, even after countless free trials of Squarespace, Wordpress, and more, something wasn't quite right. My teacher and mentor, Hans, had suggested this program called Koken when I was interning for him during last summer. While you need your own server to use this program, the best part about it was the price tag. Free. (since it's a beta version).

In about two days, I had most of the layout mapped and ready to send links out. I'm pretty proud of this one. I've attached a link below. 


Invest in Memories

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

What's that Coach wallet that you spent your last penny on going to mean to you in 20 years? You know that in the end, when someone has to wipe your ass when you no longer can, you're not going to care about wether you can afford a Lamborghini. You still won't be able to wipe your own ass.

 I'm not saying that money doesn't buy happiness, sure it does. But it isn't a direct exchange. You can't just put some money into a machine and output subjective happiness. Money just buys you the freedom to do more things with your life. That's it. 

I think about this a lot. I'm currently going to an engineering school that is extremely rigorous at times, and admittedly there are points when I want to say fuck it and drop out. But I know that a career in the field would grant me the freedom in the future to do things that I wouldn't be able to do if I just had a regular job. It's not like I just want to make money to buy a BMW M5. I want to make money so I can buy a BMW M5 to take my friend out on. I think of it as an investment for memories. So when we're all old and our spines can't take the abuse of the hard, racing suspensions on the newer sports cars, we can say:

"Remember that time we took the M5 to Mulholland Drive and almost fell off a cliff?"

"Remember that time we missed that flight to Sid's wedding and we decided to haul it to New York? Ha yeah. We had to spend the night in Jail for going 160 down I-90. That cop was just not having it." 

Those are the memories I want. Those are the future memories that keep me dreaming here at school. They keep me going. Fortunately for me, I've had the pleasure in having some of my greatest memories already. When things just aren't going your way, you can always fall back on good memories. 


Wait, so you are a photographer?

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

There are a few underlying reasons why I started to take photographs. I had strong influences from my father, my step father, and my uncle. My father always took great photographs of me during my childhood and I remember him using his father's Nikon F3 when I was in Japan. He could make a chubby kid like me look like the coolest kid on the block. When I moved to the states, I saw my step father taking pictures with his Olympus OM-1 and admiring some of the old photographs that he took. He didn't say much, but his photographs showed a lot of what he's done in his life during his younger years. My uncle is a professional photographer and also currently photography professor at GVSU. He was the first person to show me how to develop film, I was probably about sixteen at the time. He handed me a Hasselblad 500c with an 80mm Planar Carl Zeiss lens and taught me how to shoot film and process film properly. I still remember the butterfly shutters making the iconic Hasselblad sound, it was surreal. 

During my development in the States, I remember starting to feel like I was loosing my father in Japan. I couldn't communicate on the level that I wanted. My Japanese simply started to become rusty and broken. I wondered how I could still let him know that I wasn't disappearing and the answer always came back to photography. Photography has no language, you can show anyone a picture and they can understand it. Wether it be a selfie, a picture of a leaf, pictures of friends, etc. I could still get the message across to him that I was still alive and doing well in the States. 

I'm twenty years old now and photography has turned itself from a hobby to a full blown passion. I see in terms of photographs now. Wherever I am in the world, my eyes look for human expressions, objects in an interesting placement, or environments that would look great on a 2-D plane. It's allowed me to see various views of the world that we inhabit.

However, we also live in a world that is completely networked. We constantly check our Facebooks for notifications, Instagram for likes, Tumblrs for reblogs. Internet gratification is  great. Just knowing that other people take attention to what you're doing is a great feeling. But as a result of these networks, I feel that the art behind photography has become somewhat diluted.  Why take a picture on your DSLR, take the time to process them in Lightroom, export the RAW files to .jpegs and have them sitting around? Furthermore, film? Are you fucking crazy? Why would you put forth the effort into loading film on your camera, shooting manually, and then processing them with nasty chemicals, scanning them into a digital file, reprocessing them by inverting the negatives, and then finally uploading them somewhere on the internet? You can do everything on a smartphone now! You can take a picture of a forest in Colorado, throw it up on various networks and that way, people can know what you are doing instantly. 

And to be honest, I'm a victim of this. I'll take pictures of stuff with my phone and throw it up on Instagram just so I can get people's attention. Hey look! Guess where I was! Look at this avocado that I cut so perfectly that it looks like Pearl Jam's album cover! Look what I can do! But for what purpose though? Endless streams of half-assed images won't do anything for me.

 I'm always embarrassed to say that I'm a photographer, even if I have some credentials to say that I am. I actually hate calling myself a photographer. I'm just an engineering student that likes to take photos. But when it slips out every once in a while, I hear phrases like this too often:

"Wait, so you're a photographer? What's your Instagram username?"

"So you take photos? Where are they? Are they on Flickr or Facebook?" 

And when I hear those phrases, a part of me wants to stop taking photos all together. I don't want to contribute to more dilution of this fantastic art form. It used to be such a special thing. But again, I don't know anymore. Maybe this is just the way things are going and I just have to roll with it. 

Northbound Taken on a Contax TVS at Champaign, Illinois. (c) Satoshi Takekuma 

Northbound

Taken on a Contax TVS at Champaign, Illinois.

(c) Satoshi Takekuma 


How much would I pay for the universe? A personal letter to Neil DeGrasse Tyson.

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

Dear Dr. Tyson, 

I'd like to preface this by saying that I'm currently a sophomore studying Materials Science and Engineering at the University of Illinois at Urbana Champaign. 

These last few weeks have been extremely tough for me. My engineering technical classes have been driving me into the ground. My free time has become severely limited due to my technical courses. And my general happiness has been on the decline because of my limited amount of free time. Today, I even called my mother and asked for her opinion on me dropping out of academia. I've been fantasizing about it. I've been so lost lately on what I want to do in life that the whole idea of getting a job out near the coast, getting a small apartment, and starting my life is extremely tempting. I mean, why put myself through all of this self inflicted misery when I could just end it now? Who needs to know about spherical Schrödinger's equations, the Biot-Savart law, or the quantum mechanical behavior of elections? 

Well. The answer all came back to me today due to you, Dr. Tyson. The sole reason why I decided to put myself through this kind of rigor in the first place. 

In my senior year of high school, I saw your video entitled, "The Day We Stopped Dreaming." Something within me deeply resonated with your words. It resonated within me enough that I decided that my only option was to follow a route of science and engineering. However, with two years of the continual, day to day routine of going to class and doing homework, it became extremely easy to lose track of why I'm here in the first place. 

About three hours ago, I ran across an old post of mine from a blog that I had made during my times in high school, and right there on the site, "The Day We Stopped Dreaming" was staring at me. I decided to play it through for old times sake. And Dr. Tyson, I'm glad I did.

You've helped me retrieve the fundamental reason why I'm here, right now.

I'm here to dream and inspire others to dream. 

Thank you, 

-Satoshi Takekuma 

Bicycle.

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

Jordan Savage was in the fifth grade when it all happened. Once the second hand moved the minute hand from 2:59 to 3:00, he was free from the ruthless grips of elementary education. He burst out into the hallways with his backpack, his dented aluminum lunch box, and his free spirit. On his usual walk back home to his mother's house, he saw a beautiful Schwinn Stingray Bicycle parked on a driveway of a house he passed every day. The bike included all the bells and whistles an eleven year old could wish for: the pearl orange custom paint job, the newly upholstered banana seat, the polished stainless steel gear shift, and the high leveled handlebars. Being raised by a single mother, Jordan wasn't able to afford such luxuries. His current bicycle was a broken down Huffy single speed with chipped paint and warped hubs. Upon seeing this pristine bicycle, he ran as fast as he could back home. He burst into the front door of his mother's house. 

"MOM MOM MOM, I NEED A NEW BICYCLE." 

"Jordan! Hi, How was your day sweetie?"

"MOM SHUT UP I JUST SAW THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BIKE ON THE NEIGHBOR'S DRIVEWAY."

"Jordan, calm down. Go wash your hands and put your stuff away." 

"OKAY MOM HOLD ON STAY RIGHT HERE."

..... 

"MOM GUESS WHAT."

"You saw a beautiful bike on the neighbor's driveway?"

"NOT JUST ANY BIKE MOM, A SCHWINN STINGRAY!"

"Jordan, stop yelling, you're being absurd."

"GASP. GASP. GASP. Okay... Mom. I saw the most beautiful bike I've ever seen. I've never wanted anything so bad in my life! Do you think you could buy me a new bicycle mom?" 

"Jordan, you already have a bicycle. What's wrong with that one?" 

"Well it's old and rusty! Plus, Donny shoved a stick into my front wheels when we were trying to make skid marks down the road and he messed up the front wheel so it's all wobbly now." 

Jordan's mom thought to herself, "Fucking Donny, I hate that fucking kid and his family." Then looked sternly at Jordan. "Jordan, you already have a bike that works, be thankful that you have a bike at all. Now go to your room and finish some homework." 

The weight of the world hit Jordan straight in his heart and tears started flowing down his blotchy cheeks. While sobbing with his sunken heart, he went to his room. While he was moping on his desk looking at his math homework, he looked out the window and saw Donny outside throwing rocks at his own house. Jordan thought that maybe Donny could cheer him up, so he went outside to see him. 

"Hey Donny, whatcha doin?" 

"Oh you know, throwin rocks at the house." 

"Why? You're gonna break a window or something Don." 

"Yeah, my dad told me that he wouldn't buy me a bike so I got mad and started throwin rocks at his house. I hate my dad." 

"My mom told me the same thing. I saw a super nice Stingray on the way back home." 

"Yeah me too Savage, I want that thing so bad. Hey, wanna go take it for a ride?"

And just like that, Donny had managed to implant a vile and toxic idea into Jordan's head. 

"What? No Donny, you can't take something thats not yours. That's against the law."

"No way Savage, it's a bike. My dad told me that as long as you keep a vehicle within 100 yards of where you found it, it isn't considered Grand Theft Auto. Think about what you can do in 100 yards of fresh pavement!" 

This was enough information to convince Jordan to go and take a look at the bike with Donny. Walking towards the neighbor's house, he saw that beautiful bike again in all of its glory. "Savage, watch my back." And before Jordan could even think twice, Donny was already on the bike about to start riding it. 

Donny looked awkward on the Schwinn for some reason, it might had been due to the fact that Donny was a chubby kid and always wore his Dad's dirty clothes. Something about the Donny's dirty appearance and the cleanliness of the Schwinn Stingray was just unsettling to Jordan. 

While Donny was riding the bike in a figure 8 pattern around Jordan, the man that lived in the house where the bicycle was originally parked started running towards them. 

"Hey! Get off that bike! It's dangerous!" 

Startled, Donny and Jordan booked it down the hill towards their neighborhood. Donny on the bike, Jordan on foot. Gravity took control of Donny's fate and within a moment's notice, Donny was further than 100 yards from the neighbor's house. The neighbor caught up to Jordan and grabbed him, he proceeded to scream, "HEY KID, THAT BIKE DOESN'T HAVE ANY BRAKES ON IT! GET OFF THE BIKE BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!" In the distance, Jordan and the neighbor saw Donny's chubby silhouette, flying down the hill with both middle fingers pointed to the air. And then, within a split half of a split fucking second, a police car crossing the street perpendicular to Donny's route sped through and ran both Donny and the bike over. 

And just like that, it was the end of Donny and the Vintage Schwinn Stingray Bicycle. 

Donny.

Olympus OM-1 

50mm f/1.4

 


Childhood

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

When I was in second grade, I was put on the orange team for the annual Gloria Dei field day. I realized that an African American student was put on the brown team. I thought to myself, perhaps this was due to our complections. I was a pretty tan kid and I assumed that I was chosen for the orange team due to my skin color. By association, I thought that the black student was perhaps chosen due to his skin color. While this didn't make any sense since the rest of the teams like purple, green, and red consisted of all white kids, I still thought that maybe there was a reason for our placements. I went up to the kid and said, mind you that my English was still broken, "Hey! You're on the brown team because you're brown and I'm on the orange team because I'm orange." I thought I'd be greeted with a new friendship; however, the kid got extremely mad and told the teacher. Even the girls around him were like, "What did this kids just say?" 

I was confused. In Japan, I grew up with nothing but Japanese people around me, so seeing people of different races fascinated me. The teacher came stomping towards me, with this stern and angry look on her face. She ended up scolding me for saying such a thing and I wasn't able to participate in field day that day. I couldn't even defend my argument because of my broken English. 

Being an adult now, I'd like send out a message to the teacher that scolded me. Do yourself a favor and understand the fact that to a child, racism and stereotypes doesn't exist within their hearts as much as it does as in ours. When you're a kid, a friend is a friend. No matter what kind of race, beliefs, or economic status you're affiliated with. There's no need to scold a child over some matter that they aren't able to understand and internalize. 

Fast forward to the present, I was called by our Chief Editor, Alexander Sagona. He informed me that he wanted me to get a photo of him doing a board slide down a rail at a church near the old Station Skateshop in Rockford, Illinois. I gladly agreed and met him at the spot. Within the first few attempts, the neighborhood kids gathered up and started watching. This put Alex in a weird spot because he wasn't expecting spectators. We even asked the kids to leave, but they simply refused. I thought it was hilarious. 

I managed to take some pictures of these kids along with Alex's boardslide. These images resonated with something inside me. It kind of reminded me of my childhood and how children see the world. There was once a time when race didn't matter, when economic status didn't matter, and how others identified themselves. 


Chanel No.5

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

It's a Chanel No. 5 kind of day. 

I woke up late today to about fifteen consecutive texts from Whitney, Emily, and Sarah.

"Hey! Where'd you go?" "OMG I CANT BELIEVE YOU LEFT, MATT WAS SO ON YOU" "Where are you? Matt's looking for you!" 

And the list goes on and on.

To be quite honest, I simply put on my Burnett's Cranberry Vodka drenched North Face jacket and walked back to my 12 x 12 x 10 ft cell called a dorm room. Don't get me wrong! The walk back was nice though! The pack of drunk guys wearing their awesome, matching crew neck sweatshirts stating, "USA Back to Back World War Champs" gave me cat calls and wolf whistles for the duration of my walk on Third Street. At least one of the guys had Sperry's on. I love Sperry's. They are so GQ.

 The walk back up to my dorm room was pleasant. Upon entering, I got to witness a pack of drunk Tri-Delts screaming down the flight of stairs. I think one of them forgot her phone in her room, but she'd gone too far. I hope she'll be okay without her phone. I've heard that if you're gone from twitter for more than 15 minutes at a time, your follower count depreciates almost exponentially. I hope she still has some followers now. She probably does though. Sororities provide automatic retweets and favorites so you won't feel left out, even if you're out of the network for a few minutes. 

Well. It's tomorrow now.

I'm still in my bed at this moment, and I feel like shit. But at least I have new Lulu Lemon fitness pants that my mom got me from the flagship store in Chicago. I can definitely wear those today. 

I guess it's just another Chanel No. 5 kind of day. 

 

Chanel No. 5 Canon 60D: 70-200mm f/2.8 IS (c) Satoshi Takekuma

Chanel No. 5

Canon 60D: 70-200mm f/2.8 IS

(c) Satoshi Takekuma

First the Son, then the Moon.

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

If you saw me on the street, would you think I'm happy? If you saw me stressing out for an exam on a subject matter that I don't have my heart in, would you think I'm happy? If you saw me walking down Daniel Street of Champaign, Illinois, coming back early from a party with people that I barely know, watching them living in their ignorant bliss, would you think I'm happy? 

Do you believe that my happiness is predicated upon some sort of well worn path that my mind wants to follow, but my heart doesn't? 

The fear of the unknown is the biggest fear of all, and I've fallen victim to it.

First the Son, then the Moon. 

San Francisco, California

Canon 60D: 40mm f/2.8

(c) Satoshi Takekuma

 

Blur Motion

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

A photograph is a 2D, freeze frame representation of a moment that you witnessed in a certain point in your life. I think that's extremely poetic in a sense. The fact that you get to see how another person sees is almost surreal. I was looking through Generationless and ran across Claire Kronenberger's work on her blog. She has an amazing eye. When you see someone else's photography, you realize how that person sees through their eyes. It's somewhat like poetry. When you read poetry, you get a glimpse into that person's consciousness, the way they think, and the way they feel at the certain moment. With a photograph, you get to see some of that innately, and without even thinking about it.

Anyway, with a photograph, you are limited to a 2D plane representation of a 3D world. While sometimes this works out great and effectively turns a light field into a work of art; on the other hand, a photograph is not enough to capture the moment of the scene. For example, movement. How do you capture movement in a picture? How do you understand the speed of which something or someone was moving in a freeze frame image? My answer is blur motion. 

By correctly using blur motion, you can take a moment and slowly freeze it into an image, thereby conveying a 3D action into a flat plane of pixels. This is what I mean. 

Godspeed

Taken on a Canon 5D MK3 with a 17-40mm f/4 lens. 

(c) Satoshi Takekuma

 

Dean Jones

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

I think one of the most talented individuals that I have ever had the pleasure of meeting would have to be Dean Jones. He has been one of my closest friends since elementary school. As a matter of fact, he was one of my first friends ever in the States. When I couldn't speak English very well in the classroom, a girl named Gretchen Kuchinski said something like, "Why do you talk so weird?" And while that didn't phase me at all, since I didn't know enough English to understand what she was saying, it phased Dean enough that he called her out and told her, "Leave him alone!" I did understand at that point though that he had my back. Almost fourteen years later, we're still great friends and we collaborate ideas between his passion of music and my passion of photography. He's actually been published on Generationless a few months back for his mixtape SummerTakeover that came out for the summer of 2013. Legend has it that he has some insane things in the works for his next project. We'll just have to wait and see. 

Today, we were talking about how we're both struggling through the mundane and suppressive life in an academic environment. Then, topics got switched to a new route and I ended up asking him if he could rap over the instrumental for Mac Miller's new song Diablo. I had been waiting for such a long time to see someone sample "In a Sentimental Mood" that I had to ask him if he could offer me the satisfaction of remixing his own version. He gladly agreed. He came up with this in less than an hour. Unreal. 

He didn't give me permission to upload this, but I think he'll forgive me. 



Who's laughing now Gretchen? 

The shot I flew 2000 miles for.

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

Last summer, I promised my good friend Zach Rausch to photograph his wedding. Although they hired a photographer, I think Zach had faith that I could pull off a good job for the big day.

My schedule for that month was packed. After Alex Sagona, Nick Naretta, and I got back from our two week road trip to Big Sur, I immediately headed southeast to Florida with my friend Danny Whitman and his family to pretty much just live on a sailboat for a week (which is a story of itself). Anyway, I find out that the Whitman's had planned their trip to be a little bit longer than I expected, meaning that things were looking grim for Zach's wedding. I consulted all options possible; however, money was tight. So one night, after I accepted my fate, I get a call from Zach's friend Clayton and the conversation went along the lines of..

"Uhh. Hi Satoshi, Are you coming to the wedding?"

"No, unfortunately, I can't make it back in time." 

"Well, I'll buy you a plane ticket so you can make it." 

".... What?" 

And just like that, Clayton bought me a plane ticket with his credit card and I parted the Whitmans two days early. From Sarasota to Charlotte to Chicago, I made in time within 24 hours of the wedding. I can actually say to people that I've been flown out for a shoot without lying to them. 

I borrowed a 100 macro f/2.8 lens and a 17-40 f/4 lens from Hans at midnight and I and gunned it down to Mahomet the next morning. 

The wedding went smoothly. I knew that I had to pull off something great for Zach. While I almost got clipped by the Harley, I got this shot that captured the whole essence of the wedding.

 

Rausch Wedding:

Taken on a Canon 60D 17-40mm f/4 

(c) Satoshi Takekuma 

Winter

Added on by Satoshi Takekuma.

It was a cold winter.

In various ways.

If I recall correctly.

It was during college. 

Winter:  Taken on a Hasselblad 501C w/ 80mm Planar on Ilford HP5 film. (c) Satoshi Takekuma


Winter: 

Taken on a Hasselblad 501C w/ 80mm Planar on Ilford HP5 film.

(c) Satoshi Takekuma