If I were in some sort or BA (Bloggers Anonymous) meeting…my intro speech would go a little something like…Hello everyone! My name is Justin and it has been 72 days since my last post, pause for hellos, etc. Yes, it has been waaaayy too long but I have a good excuse, nay reason for such an absence. As many of you know or now know I started up a little company called TAP & DYE that went live in early December of last year and as such has pretty much preoccupied my time. A lot of positive feedback and support from fellow photogs and testimonials from customers continues to fuel the fire! And this is a good thing! I will admit that my posting from here on in will not be as frequent but I will make sure that whatever I do post will be pressworthy and worthwhile in some way.
With that I bid you adieu!
So I’ve always been a fan of vintage cameras and camera gear from the post war era, my beloved 1957 leica m3 can vouch for me! And so I decided it was time to combine those passions and put them to good use using my professional skills as a designer and craftsman. The result is the birth of a new camera gear brand: TAP & DYE.
Its a small operation and the focus is simple — Camera straps. Durable. Rugged. High Quality handmade straps for the aspiring street photographer or the seasoned veteran photojournalist. They are compatible with all round lug mount digital DSLR, M43 and film cameras.
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Yes, it really is! Were no strangers to the lure of a warm tropical ocean, the soft caress of a warm sun on our faces and the cool island breezes gently flowing through our hair! And like our avian brethren, us humans need to head south for the winter…or at least for a week, before winter. I make my annual migration south every thanksgiving week and have been now for the past five years as it has become a new family tradition. It was an idea that really grew out of a need to escape from the burden of the industrial turkey complex and the troublesome cranberry sauce brigades. But I digress, hopefully these images will warm you up wherever you may be.
50mm summicron f2
kodak ektar 100
FDR drive lock down.
On Day 3: Venturing over the 59th street bridge approaching the manhattan side, I looked down to find a sight that left me feeling very uneasy, the FDR drive was completely shut down and empty. Definitely looked like a scene from the Stand.
On Day 3 of the storm, I ventured over the 59th street bridge and walked as far as I could to document the aftermath. On my way I stumbled upon this wall of yellow post its covering the windows of Fishs Eddy in the flatiron district. There must have been over a hundred or so of these personal memos from fellow nyer’s and others expressing a range of emotions but mostly their grief and frustrations of how Sandy had personally impacted their life in one way or another.
So I finally got my film back from Cali, as all of the labs here in nyc were without power in the days following the storm. I will be scanning and posting as I go, next week I will be in Miami with friends and fam for our annual migration. I’ll also be reviewing my iphone 5 and instagramming off the grid so stay tuned.
A Pre-Sandy sunny afternoon shot.
So as Im sure most of you know, Sandy has left a path of destruction in its wake. New Jersey really got the worst of it, and the coastal areas of NY got it hard as well. I ventured out yesterday to document the destruction. Trekked across the 59th street bridge into Manhattan as it was the only access way. The subway network is still out of commission here. Unfortunately, all of the film processing labs are located in an area of manhattan that is currently without power and will be for days, so it may be some time before I get my film back from the west coast. Its times like these I wish I had a digital camera.
not quite Sandy…but still intimidating.
Dingle Bay, Ireland.