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On the QLT
Wednesday, February 19, 2020


Lee Anne Pilson


By the time I was an established magazine photographer in Vancouver in the mid to late 80s I became ambitious and I wanted to get more work. This meant that I began to travel to Toronto almost every year to see magazine and newspaper art directors with my portfolio in tow.

One of my best clients became the Globe & Mail. 

I am particularly proud of this photograph for the Globe in which I was given a one week lead time. It meant that I had to photograph the two principals in one session, get results and then go to a cemetery. This sort of thing soon died as soon as stuff had to be done very quickly.

Before the advent of in-the-minute news cycles and before the internet the magazines and newspapers planned their issues a month (magazines) or a week (newspapers) ahead. This meant that they knew that a certain film director (an example Martin Scorsese whom I shot for the Georgia Straight which is a weekly) would be in town and I was assigned to shoot my subject most of the time during or after an interview with the writer.

Dr. Julia Levy


I was given time to process my film (b+w) which I could do the same day or in some cases in hours in my home darkroom or if in colour (rare in the 80s) there was half-day developing in the film labs.
All that meant that I had a personal relationship with my Fedex agent. I would call them and they would know where I lived (and probably what I had had for breakfast that day).

As soon as something called a cable modem came into existence I would shoot 6x7 cm transparency and then have my guy at DISC, Grant Simmons scan the transparency with his drum scanner and then he would send the file to the Globe or other Toronto magazine by that early internet.
Those folks, the Globe and Toronto magazines paid me for my film, my shooting and for the scan and transmission fees (via that modem).

At that time when I was most happy with my situation, a local photographer went to the Globe and told them that he had a scanner and an internet modem and that he could do what I did for a lot less money.

I lost my work.

A few months later another local photographer went to the Globe and told them that he had a digital camera and that he would not charge for scanning. That was the end of that first photographer.

But in those heady days of the 80s and early 90s my forte for getting assignments was my readily identifiable personal style.

There are two pictures in this blog today. The colour one is of the head of QLT Technologies, Dr. Julia Levy. The shot was for the local Business in Vancouver weekly tabloid. Levy and her company were the high tech darlings of the time.

It seemed a good idea to photograph her (not in her office) but in the back seat of the car she normally drove.

These last weeks, I have been thinning my files. Most of the law firms are now gone from them as are many business people I photographed for Toronto publications.

This picture of Lee Anne Pilson did not ring a bell. All I had written in the file is that I shot it for the Globe. I looked around in Google and found that PIlson had been assigned by QLT Technologies as Director of Marketing on October 20 1992. My guess is that I shot this soon after.

What makes the photograph interesting is that it was shot with a then cutting technology. This was a Polaroid Instant 35mm B+W slide film.

In my efforts to stay competitive this film enabled me to process it with a little machine right after shooting it. 

Four years ago when my Rosemary and I prepared to move to our smaller digs in Kitsilano I threw away that neat Polaroid processor. It was a beaut but useless. I am on my way for the same reason.



La La La Human Steps in the Bathtub
Tuesday, February 18, 2020




In these blogs I have often stated that writing, photography and prostitution are the last of the self-taught professions.

In the 19th century wealthy English men (and a few women) pioneered the idea that it was low class to work for pay. So they invented the term, defining themselves, as amateur gardener/botanists or archaeologists. The idea is that they did this for the love of doing it and not for money. In this 21st century that term has been replaced by the one of plight and which is a prefix. So we have the starving artist. Those who do not starve, and may be pretty good, then dabble at the arts.

I am no amateur photographer simply because I may have charged a penny or a bit more for a photograph. If you sell you are not an amateur even if you love what you do.

It was in December 1995 that I embarked on something that became a passion for me. This was a love for dance.

Previous to 1995, when Rosemary, my two daughters and I arrived to Vancouver from Mexico City, we made sure we gave them all the opportunities this province provided. They went to French Immersion schools in Coquitlan, had swimming classes at the CG Brown Pool in Burnaby, and studied dance/ballet at the Vancouver School of Music. Our eldest daughter Ale also studied classical guitar. She did not give it up and the knowledge of reading music gives her the opportunity to accompany on the piano school performances in Lilloet where she teaches and lives.

I must state that I put them in ballet not because I was inherently interested in the art but that I thought it was what one was supposed to do as a parent.

In 1986 when we moved to our corner home and garden in Kerrisdale my Rosemary and I became amateur gardeners (in the English tradition. She is a Master Gardener and both of us are card-carrying members of the Vancouver Rose Society and the American Hosta Society). We became so at first because of economic necessity. We could not afford to pay the Japanese neighbourhood gardener.

In 1995 I had to accompany the Canadian ballerina Evelyn Hart for a couple of days with Georgia Straight dance critic Shannon Rupp. It was then when It was impossible for me not to fall in love with a woman who represented (and represents) the Platonic Essence of Dance, Elegance and Grace.
Suddenly after watching her dance it came to me what a fool I had been when I had taken many years before our daughters to see the AlvinAiley Dance Company and watch one of their signature numbers involving white clothing and white parasols.

Since 1995 and thanks to many further dance assignments from the Georgia Straight I became what I believe I am now, an amateur dance critic. If not exactly that I believe I know when I see good dance; I can tell when a young dancer has the promise of being a great one, and not quite best of all (it is a negative talent of sorts) , I can differentiate outstanding dance from run-of-the-mill dance.

It hit me like it did Archimedes when I was soaking in the tub that there was one dance company that I had not seen for many years (they dissolved in 2015) called La La La Human Steps, that was the single most original dance company in my memory. I was so overcome that I called former Vancouver Sun critic Max Wyman who agreed with me and told me that the founder and choreographer of La La La Human Steps Édouard Lock was a good friend.

I saw this group three times and I was close to the front row. The dancers danced with phenomenal speed as if they had amphetamines in their blood stream. Women lifted men with what seemed to be ease. I left the three performances physically and visually exhausted.

In those years since I met Evelyn Hart (my eldest granddaughter Rebecca and I would go to her dressing room after performance and Rebecca would give her Junior Mints in an effort to help Hart gain weight) I have come to notice and appreciate stellar dancers. These have been SandrineCassini, Lauri Stallings, Shay Kuebler, Emily Molnar, Wen Wei Wang, Crystal Pite, and many dancers from the Arts Umbrella Dance company, especially Albert Galindo and Béatrice Larrivée.

Because we live in this 21st century where some stuff is really better than stuff from the other I can place here a couple of YouTube links to La La La Human Steps and in particular one with David Bowie that is superb.
Watch them and ignore the fact that I may not be an amateur at all and far from it.

La La La Human Steps with David Bowie & Louise Lecavalier
La La La Human Steps with Louise Lecavalier
La La La Human Steps Amelia
La La La Human Steps is no more with Édouard Lock



Mamita & Harry
Monday, February 17, 2020



Harry Waterhouse Hayward & Ellen Carter


It is not too often that I get completely blown over by reading something that hits home as much as the essay (below) in my NYTimes Sunday Magazine by Montreal writer Durga Chew-Bose on framing. My mother always told me that no house was a home until pictures were put on the wall. I have faithfully followed her advice since. Of late I have been going to Sally Anne stores to find antique frames. I have purchases many bargains. What makes it even more fun is that with my Canon-Pro1 inkjet printer I can print to size to fit any frame. But I will go to my framer, Magnum Frames where they will see to the backing (archival one) and the glass.

There are two photographs that I have found in my present thinning of files in my oficina that will need the professional and gentle care of the folks at Magnum in Vancouver. They are photographs (the only ones I have) of my grandfather Harry and his wife Ellen Carter. I have no idea if my daughters will value them. I will be interested in how the torn-at-the-edges pictures of Ellen and Harry will be handled. The second one has a special meaning. When Harry died in the 20s my grandmother started a pension in Buenos Aires. One of her boarders was an Armenian gentleman called Leo Mahdjubian. Curiously he had worn a kilt during WWI as he had been a member of the famous Black Watch. Leo was so well liked that he became “adopted” by Ellen. In later years Leo who owned an Assurance company in Buenos Aires was a wealthy man who helped my family when they had rough times. 


Ellen Carter


During my time in the Argentine Navy I would go to Leo’s house for lunch on Saturdays. His wife would serve pasta and roast beef and would make pies, cakes and flan for dessert. The men (Leo had two sons) and I would retire for siesta. We would be summoned for tea (a complete tea) at four. Leo who was a gourmet had four pepper mills at the table with pepper from different parts of the world.
In circumstances that escape me he called me up one day to say, “Alex you father has kicked the bucket. Because he was taken to the hospital by a policemen you will have to go to the police station to sign some papers.”

The significance of Ellen’s portrait is that she dedicated it to Leo and it was only then that I found out that people called her Mamita. As a boy members of my family all called Ellen, Ellen Carter. Why was her maiden name so important? Read below.




One of the tragedies of getting old is realizing that in youth (this guy in particular) was not curious enough to ask questions of people who were alive to answer them. Because of this my information on the grandparents on my father’s side is spotty. I know that they were from Manchester and that they moved to Buenos Aires around 1901. My grandfather Harry apparently working for a shipping company. There is additional information that came via my father.

There was a family tradition in England that Harry Hayward used the middle name Waterhouse because he was the male firstborn. They had a son in Manchester (my Uncle Harry) and the three came to BA. But Harry, the son, never used that middle name. It was further revealed that a marriage license was made in Buenos Aires. My father then figured that Harry was born out of wedlock and thus he George (my father) was the legitimate firstborn. 


Leo and me.


When I was born my father wanted to continue with the family tradition. When he went to register my name he was told that in Argentina foreign names could not be used. I could not be called George Alexander (the name of my Argentine godfather). I had to be called Jorge Alejandro. And when my father tried to insert Waterhouse, that was rejected. My father then slipped money under the table and told the bureaucrat that Waterhouse was the surname and that there had to be a hyphen between it and Hayward.

Letter of Recommendation: Framing

By Durga Chew-Bose



    Feb. 4, 2020. NYTimes Sunday Magazine



As if through a sieve, the kind you might use to dust confectioners’ sugar on a cake, the snow began to fall one Sunday afternoon in January — white diagonals obscuring the view just outside my mother’s living-room window. I called it picturesque because I was removed from the wind, the wet, the biting cold. I took pleasure in being deceived.

I was happy to be where it felt cozy, surrounded by walls of my mother’s framed things: leatherwork from Shantiniketan, Amrita Sher-Gil prints, the walnut-shaped eyes in a Jamini Roy. I grew up in a home where going to the framer’s was an errand I occasionally ran with my parents on weekends, or an errand that they would return from with pieces wrapped in brown paper. My grandfather, Amiya, framed in the eulogizing dignity of burled wood. My grandmother, Chameli, mounted on the wall in a simple black frame, the glow of her face understated but not contained; she looks like an actress.

When I left New York and moved to Montreal, I found an apartment with more rooms than I could fill. So instead, I arranged. A mirror I didn’t hang but propped against the wall. Magazine stacks, anywhere. My apartment maintained the kind of ambivalence indicated by a pile of once-worn shirts that I moved from the arm of a chair to the foot of my bed, depending on the time of day.

But arranging allows for reluctance. You’re not hammering nails into walls; you’re chasing light — carrying a vase from the front of the apartment to the back, and so on. By the time it was winter, my walls were still empty, and my piles of sentimental stuff were beginning to grow.

Eventually, I found myself unmoored, homesick in my own space. The first framer I tried was affordable and fast, but I stopped going there when I noticed a bagel seed stuck beneath the pane of glass, right in the middle of a Bill Gold poster I purchased impulsively on eBay. I will never come around to finding the mistake tragicomic or charming. So I found a new place. A framer located cater-corner from a health-food store and across the street from a neighborhood coffee shop. Since starting, I can’t stop. Consecutive weekends might include a quick trip to the framer, along with other essential errands: laundry, parents, balsamic, framer.



Framing serves an uncomplicated purpose: It yields results but isn’t fixed to clear thinking. The relationship with my framer exists beyond plain transaction. Piece by piece, my framer has become intimate with me: my choosiness, my fondnesses, my dumb, entirely sincere urge to create remarkability. The decision to frame a double exposure of my mother and her sisters on a rooftop in Calcutta, for instance, or a poster of Barbara Loden’s “Wanda,” is ultimately subjective and extravagant (framing isn’t cheap). Should it really cost this much to affirm what’s meaningful to me? Building a home takes time, but it’s also an investment in anticipation, in wagering on the energy of a random Thursday when I find myself between moments, landing on that photo of my mother and her sisters hanging on my wall. She looks young and joyful; her knobby knees — her girlhood — caught in motion.



My framer is regularly asked to follow through on choices that might seem fanciful, even dramatic. Like safeguarding a falling-apart cover of Daphne du Maurier’s “Rebecca,” where just below the title it reads: “Her Novel.” Or how I chose wood in a shade of pale mint to scaffold a tiny photograph of my father, the week we found out he had cancer. Some of us are born a little mournful, and we spend our lives discovering new traditions for housing those ghosts we’ve long considered companions. Framing, I’d venture, is central to this urge. It gives memories a physique.



It’s funny how adding four corners brings out the thing. But what I derive from getting things framed isn’t perfection; it’s completing a task that comes with rules, consideration for light and an opportunity to preserve — and not in my cluttered, humming mind, but with a tactile compromise. Hanging in my hallway is Frank O’Hara, surrounded by three inches of black mat and gallery-brushed silver. The image hasn’t lost the romance of why I fell for it in the first place. Visible in this photograph, taken by John Gruen, five years before O’Hara’s death, is the poet’s smile — more specific, his small teeth. Formerly, it was a piece of cardboard floundering on my fridge door. Now, it’s a proposition; the satisfaction of something made-ready. 



Recently, I took a few pieces to the framer, among them a photograph of my friend Sarah. Backlit, Sarah passes forms. She is portrait and shadow, the way silhouettes obscure yet disclose the oneness of a person’s contour. A few weeks elapsed, and when the photograph was ready, I went to pick it up. Specially made objects are a rare pleasure because they demand what is scarce: time, consideration, belated results. The low-stakes sport of making surface choices like metal over wood, or lacquer for a different finish. And while these preferences are sacred, it’s lazy and untrue to describe my reaction upon seeing Sarah, framed, as divine. Sometimes what’s bespoke compels the opposite of novelty — it captures what’s right in front of us: the plain-spoken; the dear friend; her most conspicuous chin. I held the frame and could only say, over and over, “There she is.”



Durga Chew-Bose is a writer and an editor based in Montreal.



Es la boa
Sunday, February 16, 2020






 En los años 60 surgió una orquesta cubana de música tropical llamada La Sonora Santanera. En México nos volvimos locos con una canción de ellos,  La Boa. Al ver estas dos diapositivas que tomé hace muchos años en el Drake Hotel en Vancouver inmediatamente hice la conección.

La Boa

En la Habana quien ya no conoce

A un magnífico bailarín

Siempre anda muy bien vestidito, que parece maniquí

Todos lo conocen por Panchito!, porque baila el cha cha cha

Es la boa, es la boa, es la boa

Es la boa, es la boa, es la boa



Mi corazon es para ti, Mi corazon es para ti

Mi corazon es para ti, Mi corazon es para ti

A bailar! A bailar el nuevo ritmo de la boa



pa'lante y pa'lante con la boa

Este nuevo ritmo ya todos lo saben

Y ya todos dicen que suave que suave

Este nuevo ritmo ya todos lo saben

Y ya todos dicen que suave que suave



Es la boa, es la boa, es la boa

Es la boa, es la boa, es la boa



Ya los locutores, lo saben, lo saben

Ya los periodistas, lo saben, lo saben

Ya los ingenieros, lo saben, lo saben

Todos los del poli, lo saben, lo saben

Ya todos los pumas, lo saben, lo saben

Todos los rebeldes, lo saben, lo saben

Los que estan oyendo, lo saben, lo saben

Los que me faltaron, lo saben, lo saben

Y la santanera lo sabe, lo sabe



Carlos Reyes Hernandez / Felix Reyna



     

Previous Posts
On the QLT

La La La Human Steps in the Bathtub

Mamita & Harry

Es la boa

Togetherness

Icons & Didymus

La Luz de ceniza y olivo

Cecilia Walters in Jades, Emeralds & Diamonds

A Young Girl & Her Horse

He Writes Equally Well



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