The Big Voice of New Orleans

This is the Bible of punkjazz. The gent on the cover is no other than Punk Jazz Duke himself, the god of punkjazz. I made up my own religion (punkjazz) because frankly, religions just don't say anything to me or for me. They are all from too long ago, and strike me as outdated operating systems which have only become corrupted and ineffective. I mean, really, to me, New York City is heaven... for real. I cant imagine a heaven someone made up so long ago saying anything that can help us now.

So, who are the saints of punkjazz? Cuz there's gotta be saints for a religion right? Hmmm, now who could possibly fill the shoes of the first saint of punkjazz... that someone would have to rock... be UNMISTAKEABLY punkjazz... or noone would EVER believe in this new religion.

Miss Meschiya Lake is who Punk Jazz Duke led me to.

She's got the voice of my kind of angel. And I just can't relate to all the poofy babies and clouds and robes. Give me some tattooes and fire and style please... something to call my own heaven on earth voice. The first saint of punkjazz busks on the streets of our world now, all fiery and sexy and with her own style of jazz and punk and reality.

and you know, where else would the first saint of punkjazz come from... I mean seriously!

Here she is, spreading the good word.

Can't tell me she ain't no saint.

Wanna hear the word?

That's where it's at.

THE DAY SARAH K. ANDREW MADE ME A STAR

We should all be so lucky to have the feeling I got.

Like most days that change your life — in ways big and small — June 27, 2009 started out quietly. I wasn't even planning on going to the track, I was gonna go on Sunday. But your own plans, and the plans of what we call fate — well, I saw what happened when I let the soft embrace of my fate take me to a place I could not imagine.

The world of the New York City racetracks is not large, it is quite small actually, but make no mistake, it is a world that has it's own rules and structure — just like a city. Going to Belmont racetrack for the first time was just like going to New York City itself for the first time.

I was nobody.

It was a whole world of people I didn't know and things I hadn't seen, and I came with the same exact ambitions and love and fear and an overwhelming desire to be seen and heard above the

big noisy microcosm. And I FELT like it was going to happen, I just felt it, but feeling something like that when you have no idea why and no idea how — that is humbling. Because it's weird and strong and a mystery and it is up to you to make the moves.

Just like in a horse race. Exactly like in a horse race. You have the horse you've got and you are the jockey, and there are alot of jocks next to you, all seemingly wanting the same thing. I didn't even realize what kind of jockey I was till a year or two later when I started calling myself lensjockey.

Sarah K. Andrew is a lensjockey too.

That's the beautiful talented Sarah K. at Aqueduct racetrack in Jamaica, Queens.

She has a fascinating blog, and very cool ideas — here is a sample — it's about me, and my top ten music faves — but who ever thought of asking track photographers what their top ten faves would be? Only someone who goes by the name Rock and Racehorses. Only.

http://tinyurl.com/kk567k

if you have not seen Sarah's view of the racetracks, you haven't seen the racetracks. You just haven't. Like all great lensjockeys, her view is irreplaceable. I think myself that to have a rock approach to shooting horses, jockeys and races is the best approach there is. It is the only way to inject style and modern action into such a traditional and relatively untouched environment.

When I came to the tracks with my desires and ambitions and my style and my view, one of the few who got me, and I think she got me really fast, lengths and lengths before others, lengths, lets say the lengths are years... the one who really sees me, is Sarah K. Andrew. And the picture she took of me last weekend, mere days ago, was a picture that I have been waiting for in the back of my mind, never knowing what it would look like or when it would happen, or by whos hand it would come.

yeah, I know it's a picture of me, but I see it as more than that. it is a picture of a photographer at a NYC track and it is a rock photo. It rocks. It's Pete Townsend, it's Jon Bon Jovi,

it's rock and roll, and it's at the racetracks and it's a photographer holding a remote for a camera to shoot a race. The picture she took of me is the first of it's kind at the tracks. it's the best illustration I have seen yet of a photographer as rockstar, there might be others out there of course, but this was a pure and direct result of two different people. I can't post bigger images of hers to this blog right now as I write because she doesn't allow the access to her pictures on flickr that I would need, but she's got shots!

That little black and white shot of me at the top of this post, she took during a moment that just happened, it was kindof a joke really. But it turned into something more. In a small quiet way, she turned me into a star.

Check out her blog, check out her pictures. Remember her name.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/rockandracehorses/

ROCK AND RACEHORSES.

thanks Sarah, that was a little personal fantasy of mine you made come true. hahah

dogseat, the photographer

ERIC HARVEY BROWN - also know as dogseat on flickr.

ERIC HARVEY BROWN - also someone who is indescribable in words. So here is a picture, this is from a set of his called "365 dogseats" — 

http://www.flickr.com/photos/dogseat/sets/72157612080947336/

I can't remember which pictures I saw of his first. I think it was one of his pictures about an event called the Phagwah.

this is probably it.

this is another picture of the event that got in the NY Times.

Somehow, even then I could tell that he was someone that would be really really fun to follow. I couldn't decide though if I wanted to follow him for his pictures or the way he seemed to be someone so like a rockstar. He just — he just seemed to be too much to overlook. His collection called "365 dogseats" should be mandatory flickr viewing. More than almost anyone I have come across on flickr, 

(and I realize that the flickr world in NYC is a vast and unknowable galaxy of photographers)

Eric Harvey Brown seems to me to be the photographer to follow if you want a real and human and unretouched view of some part of humanity that is brave and unkempt in this age of plastic surgery and unrealistic beauty/handsome standards.

like this:

I never saw anything on flickr like that. A guy who posts a picture like that to flickr — well this is a guy you can trust. You can trust any picture this photographer takes, because there is no attempt at self illusion. That is what I adore about dogseat. Even his name dogseat conjures up visions of, well, dogs seats, perhaps rubbing against your nice clean carpet of human illusions about our bodies and our functions and our silliness.

this is another picture you can trust:

it's of a cat called "Smut." I highly recommend the Smut collection. It's endearing in it's backwoods charm. You will giggle and wish there had ever been a Saturday morning cartoon about such a cat. Precious.

this is another picture you can trust:

haha oh Eric, Eric, B. How lovely to trust. Photo "DSC_4690.jpg" is a pooptacular statement of nature's (and a dogseat's) vernacular.

Not all photography should be a grand statement. I feel that the language of photography is ill-served by the idea that the photographer should be invisible and that the world of photographic coverage should look like a stock photography catalog, all smooth and smell-less and unhairy and overgroomed. Eric Brown is the best ever reminder of that concept to me.

so if you want to see the unkempt underbelly of NYC photography, you should seriously follow dogseat. he's everything alot of people aren't.

this is my favorite picture of Eric, it's a self portrait, and it is beautiful.

had to put that in here. he doesn't always take pictures of the smeary unbeautiful. This is a shot of his from his latest trip. He want to Alaska to compete in a Beard and Moustache competition. (He came in Fourth, here is the set of pictures from that wonderful and witty competition — http://www.flickr.com/photos/dogseat/sets/72157618730271109/) 

I think that this is my favorite shot from that trip.

That's all Folks!

GRAND CENTRAL JASON

It made me so jealous. When I saw it in the "contact" sheet of pictures that you get in flickr, I just wished I'd taken it soooo badly. I have been trying to get something like that of Grand Central Station's gods and goddesses for so long! And there they were! 

The colors are exquisite and the composition and framing are perfection. The Gods have spoken.

Jason is a lensjockey who covers the city and shoots the real city. His eye is simple, direct, subtle, clean, energetic, and it is no wonder that his pictures are often used by those who wish to show a simple yet eloquent idea about the city.

Readers of gothamist, CURBED, THE NEW YORK OBSERVER — web sites about this awesome city — are familiar with his images. 

Images like:







...images like these, with their smart poetry and clean lines — these are images that describe the simple truths of the city — the beautiful truths of the city we all walk around in each day. I often imagine Jason Kuffer walking around the city with his eyes forever opened to the delicious tidbits any real New Yorker cannot help but nibble.

It took me awhile to appreciate his images, they are so unlike my own. Jason Kuffer's images whisper where my own images are more aggressive. It took me some time to understand his own language, but now that I know it I love it. His pics are like sushi to me, little raw tasty elegant portions of the city.

*smacks lips* hahaha

have a taste! It's on Jason!

(that's him!)

Sometimes he sees something like this that is just so freakin unbelievable though, he definitely has range...



I mean look at that! He can go from a whisper to a proclamation about this city. Effortlessly.

As lensjockeys go, "Digiart2001 | jason.kuffer" deserves attention. He's active and has a great sense of style and humor, and he gets around. I suggest that you follow how work. You will see the small and the monumental... in ways that embrace you. And this beautiful city.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/digiart2001/

Thanks Jason for your pictures of this city I love so so much.
lensjockey

FIRST REVIEW OF LENSJOCKEY MAGAZINE

Here it is:

I picked up a copy of your magazine at the DUMBO photo fest this afternoon.  I read it on the train going home.  I was very impressed.  On the front cover there's a price of ten dollars.  Is that how much you charge people for the magazine? Or is that how much you pay people to read it?  Cause I read the whole thing and want to know where I can go to collect my ten dollars.  I never read such drivel.  And the photographs in the magazine, well, what can I say.......... drek.

— Hasifleur Wagibigit

fair enough I'd say - yet it has been very strange seeing the really angry responses that I got personally... for what really is a valid effort at presenting a fun, original and different look at a part of the NYC photography scene... perhaps it is right in the end that negative attention is still attention. In the spirit of punk — it seems right! I mean, this wildly named person will probably not forget the LENSJOCKEY name! And if you want to see for yourself how awful my magazine is, you can see it at St. Mark's Bookshop in NYC and at McNally Jackson Booksellers!

I told my friend Steve in Texas about this letter and he immediately said that the name was made up hahah. I love that someone hid their name while writing me this. That's a pretty good one, I never thought of that. I guess it would also have to be someone who sortof knows French, some sort of European something... a worldly wit of some sort. The truth is though, that if someone wants to make up a name to tell me they think my magazine is bogus, or too expensive, with such silly (and rather unseeing) venom, well, I still have to think that no matter what, they know I'm doing something, they will always be able to change their minds later. Because it is not just about that 2nd Issue of LENSJOCKEY. People really did think punk was awful when they were confronted with it. That's a real effect. Just looking at my magazine as an experiment, I feel like it is a success.

LENSJOCKEY CONTENT

You can't start a magazine without really trying to define your content. Looking towards the third issue of LENSJOCKEY, I am struck by how different my view of the photography scene is. I mean really, where IS the punk rock photography magazine? I mean punk rock in the profound way, maybe not so much underground as just such a different viewpoint, and not even mad... just fucking punk rock.

I didn't see it at the NY Photo Festival. I was concerned alot with getting my own ideas out, but even while I was doing that I had to see what was out there around there... and nothing caught my eye... and my eyes are sortof trained to look for that now because of what I am doing myself.

To me, punk was raw, imperfect, noisy, human, shiny, dirty, cheap, colorful, and said fuck alot. I of course have not seen attempts at this sort of a magazine, one reason being that I have been spending so much time working on my own, which is isolating. But I did go to the NY Photo Festival this year and I didn't see anyone else's ideas about photography were like mine. I just didn't. At all. Great design is really important in the photography world, I guess to a certain point it has to be - like expensive clothes, but I don't see a jamming sensibility. Is it out there? I will look again, while content becomes an issue for my own magazine.

I want to find the stars. I have always loved finding a star to focus on before they become bigger. I'm sure alot of people are like that, gallery owners for one instance, but really, why is there not a magazine that focuses on photographers more like stars? Them in front, illustrated by their pictures, you know, like you don't hear songs in Rolling Stone. Something in relation to that idea. that you've seen the pictures, you know, maybe, but not seen who the person is, it's a fine balance maybe, hey for me this is an experiment about an idea.

When I would be handing out my magazine, and talking to others I noticed that there was always — with everyone — a genuine surprise at what I would say to them. And what I would say to them was "Rolling Stone for photographers" — that's how I would start talking with most people I met. Just as a response, the way that I would get genuine surprise mixed with an involuntary sort of a "noone has ever put those two things together but it sounds like something" means something to me. It was like I was testing a switch at the festival. That was a particular interest of mine there, to test that psychological recognition switch with alot of people. I needed some feedback that was exclusive of what others thought of me. Something independent of personal issues and biases, or as close to that as I could get. Knowing my own limits too, and being honest about my own biases, like who I felt comfortable addressing, all sorts of things. I even got some really super negative reactions - that is all I can call them. For instance, one person came up to a friend of mine, another photographer who was handing out some copies - and made a huge point of saying he thought he'd just throw it out, like, right in front of her, in her face. As an insult, really too aggressively. He wanted her to know exactly how stupid and worthless it was. It's a fucking magazine. Why so angry about a magazine called LENSJOCKEY that has been given out free? I guess you can't ask for your money back since it was free. So being insulting about throwing it away is the only alternative left for an enraged recipient of a free publication. 

The responses just made me think that truly, having a magazine that attempts to follow a model like Rolling Stone, having a personality focus for a photography magazine, is really a new idea. That's what I saw on the faces and the responses I got. The third issue? 

What is the content that I feel worth backing up in print? What WOULD a Rolling Stone for photographers look like? I am trying to accomplish this idea. I know that I made a first impression on many, good or bad. the name recognition has to be there — for more than a few people who attended the NY Photo Festival this year the name LENSJOCKEY is out there in it's own imperfect way — what will I do with Issue #3?

FROM JOCKEYS TO LENSJOCKEYS

By Holly Van Voast

Boy am I burned out. What a week!

Issue 2 of LENSJOCKEY magazine was about struggle and love and pictures and people — photographers. At The NY Photo Festival 2009 — just last week! I got reactions ranging from disgust and meanness to genuine feeling and encouragement. All those things came from the same group. (And some of the genuine feeling and encouragement came from the top — William A. Ewing — just sayin.). I met people who listened and people who didn’t. I saw my nightmare and my triumphs. I triumphed over the fear of putting myself and my own ideas out there in front of the hip tough crowd of New York City photographers.

I’ve done it before. 

When I went to the racetracks in 2002, and started my seven year involvement shooting candid portraits of the jockeys riding in New York City, I had no idea what it would really lead to. And that crowd is a tough crowd too, that was good training. I went to the tracks cold, just like I did to the NY Photo Festival in 2009, seven years later. Cold and unknown, and not looking like much to so many. I really went from jockeys to lensjockeys — really. 

If I don’t tell this story, it won’t get told.

These are the pictures I took of those jockeys — 

I saw them in a way that was exclusive of the horses they rode. 

Over seven years I collected a group of portraits that were never-before taken of the men who I loved who rode the horses at 35 mph, and exploded from big metal banging gates on those horses in search of a win. 

There’s a TV show now, and the races get alittle more press these days, but when I started going, it was a ghosttown of a world, totally forgotten and insulated from the city around it. Totally.

God, I loved jockeys. 

I’d go to Aqueduct racetrack – sometimes on both weekend days — a 2 hour ride on the subway at least — just for one or two shots for a high. 

I never bet on the horses… 

I bet on jockeys — I thought they deserved way more attention than they got.

I still do. I can't shoot as much there as I used to — the magazine work takes up so much time and I got involved with a completely different scene for a time, but there are more and more people shooting jockeys now. Raymond Haddad — who shot the author photo for the second issue of LENSJOCKEY #2, was a friend of mine when we worked together at BMG/Columbia House - years ago, and he started to see what I did with the jockeys then. He saw a book I wrote, he read what I wrote online and off about the jockeys that I loved, the ones that I portrayed — and he saw my pictures. He loved my pictures. He can shoot there now more than I can, and that hurts, but he has become known in his own way for doing what I started in 2002. I see people shooting from the spots that I shot from, places where no professional would want to shoot from... now it is common, when I did it, I had it all to myself. I really felt like I had it all to myself. I have a priceless collection of men who rode from a time that doesn't exist anymore at all. I have the best collection of Norberto Arroyo Jr. portraits, a great collection of Edgar Prado portraits — John Velazquez, Pablo Fragoso, Alan Garcia, Mike Luzzi, Channing Hill — it seemed like such a golden time to me.

This is a picture I took of Alan Garcia in 2005 where he rode in a stakes race — The Gotham — at Aqueduct. He rode most of the race with his right foot completely out of the stirrup. That's what a jockey means to me. Just bombing down the track even if your foot is out of the stirrup. He almost won that race. It was pretty spectacular. he wasn't winning the race here though, I just wanted to shoot him because he was in the Paraneck Stables silks and he was a favorite jockey of mine. If that is the only racing shot I ever get, that would make me happy.

And that's how I feel about LENSJOCKEY magazine. I'm riding with one foot out of the stirrup and I might not win, but that is how I'm riding my life.

you can see my collection of jockey portraits on flickr:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/lensjockey/sets/72057594063826614/

and even earlier pictures:

http://finalturngallery.com/g2/main.php —scroll down to the bottom! To the album titled 

"The Woodless Wood Day" I posted my portraits there for years before going on flickr. It's disorganized, but those pictures are to me the soul of the start of interest in jockeys exclusively, there was nothing like that, noone had ever followed these men with a camera like me. I feel so lucky to have shot what I got at all the tracks I shot at. It is in the spirit of jockeys that I conceived of LENSJOCKEY magazine. Truly.

I started something at the tracks just focusing on jockeys, and I want to start something now with the photographers I see in New York City now. It's the same thing for me. Eric Brown is just like a jockey to me. He just uses a camera. btw - he's about to enter a contest in Alaska with his spectacular mutton chop sideburns. Good luck Eric!

NY PHOTO FESTIVAL - the experience!

I went with my newly printed magazines every day of the festival.

Imagine yourself dragging a handcart with the second issue of your magazine. You look like a cross between Johnny Thunders, Patti Smith, Bob Dylan — you know, just imagine you don't look pretty. Anyway, you have all these copies of your magazine that you know you have to make some sort of an impression with. You just have to.

I doubt that you and a handcart with a cardboard box bungeed to it are what you'd be advised to use if you want to make an impression with your magazines. You have to give up the cool. 

So I gave up the cool and got real and just walked the streets and stood outside the talks and walked the fuck up to strangers and gave the magazines away.

I met Martha Cooper — so unassuming and gracious, I met Eugene Richards, again, unassuming and gracious. Lauren Greenfield, Andrew Hetherington, Daniel Power, Frank Evers... everyone so devoted to one thing, photography.

William A. Ewing mentioned me - or at least what I was doing - in a talk he gave. (I didn't hear that, two separate people who were there at the talk told me when they happened upon me. But it was about the American spirit or something) He mentioned to me how smart I was, once when I was standing outside of a talk at the festival — he told me to hand out my magazines to people as they came out of the talk. If I had memoirs, this experience would be in there, no doubt.

btw - It was really profound watching Daniel Power's brave humility in the face of the publishing world's awful turn away from photography books and the powerHouse move to go into custom publishing. It's kindof sickening that photography book can be on a bookstore shelf for only 90 days, that is nothing. I love powerHouse books, I love their vision of photography, and New York City. That was the overwhelming feeling in the Festival for me, how crappy this anti-book thing is. I was proud to be trying to make a printed magazine work. Fuck that shit. A world without books and magazines? That's just wrong. We are moving in the wrong direction with that. 

I wanted my magazine everywhere I was able to put it. Every day I spent taking my magazines around was an adventure in being completely out of my comfort zone! Just the raw experience of interacting with others in such a mind-blowing manner — look, it's like being both a beggar and a salesman — and it was wild.

I gave away approximately 400 magazines to so many different people - it is the most incredible event I have ever been to, full of such vibrant visionaries.

FREE LENSJOCKEY MAGAZINE!

Get FREE copies of LENSJOCKEY MAGAZINE at the NY PHOTO FESTIVAL -

see below!

LENSJOCKEY MAGAZINE at NY PHOTO FESTIVAL — May 14-17 in DUMBO

During the Festival's day and night activities, I will have copies of the magazine - for attendees of the festival the magazine will be FREE!

LENSJOCKEY MAGAZINE is full color representation of the exploding NYC photography scene. this is about you by me.

you can also get it at St. Mark's Bookshop after the 16th of May.

Obama Inauguration - Harlem NYC

Obama Inauguration - Harlem NYC
Originally uploaded by jamie nyc

Jim Kiernan covered the Harlem NYC reaction to the Barack Obama Inauguration. I kindof wish that Obama would wear Cazals.

Tub Cat - by Sarah K. Andrew

Tub Cat
Originally uploaded by Rock and Racehorses

"Bryan likes to hide behind the shower curtain in the bathroom and peek out as I brush my teeth.

He also likes to meow in the bathroom- perhaps he's checking the acoustics."

Indeed. Sarah shoots way more than cats, but her portrait of her cat Bryan is one of my faves because of the hypnotizing quality of his expression paired with the minimalist bathroom elements.
Bravo!

¡ Happy Cinco De Mayo ! says Raymond Haddad

¡ Happy Cinco De Mayo !
Originally uploaded by [ raymond ]

Raymond has a special way of looking at the city through his portraits. Looking at his pictures I often think of them as advertising for the city.

Leanne Staples's fire escape to heaven

fire escape to heaven
Originally uploaded by ifotog, Queen of Manhattan Street Photography

This is one of my favorite buildings in the city. Leanne shoots buildings and clouds like noone I have ever seen.

Self Portrait of Eric Brown

_DSC9539
Originally uploaded by dogseat

Eric never ceases to surprise and amaze me. he took this picture recently, and I think it is beautiful. Dewd, the chops never looked so romantically grand.
I think you had better follow him!

He's a TRUE PHOTOGRAPHER ROCKSTAR.

see him in LENSJOCKEY!

LENSJOCKEYS IN ISSUE 2

I had to write a new post because the text editing window would not let me edit my text sizes and colors right. Don't know why.

LENSJOCKEY 2 is all about the photographers that I admire here in NYC.
There's Bob Gruen, Jim Kiernan, Leanne Staples, Dana Dunham, Eric Brown, Sarah K. Andrew, and Raymond Haddad.
It's a collection of photographers that I love.

http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifJIM KIERNAN!

The first ever cover lensjockey. Read about him in the second issue of LENSJOCKEY.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/jimkiernan/

He's competitive, fast, he reminds me of the actual NYC jockeys I shot portraits of for 7 years. He talks like a jockey, he shoots like a jockey — position!, he moves like a jockey. He is the most jockeylike of any lensjockeys I have seen yet. He HAD to be on the cover. I even had a contest to find a cover feature photographer for the magazine. I still want to do that, but the first contest was held just about when I met Jim. And he stole the fucking cover scene.

Other lensjockeys included in ISSUE 2 of LENSJOCKEY are:

Leanne Staples - http://www.flickr.com/photos/ifotog - she takes such exquisite architectural shots, really personifies them, and clouds also - awesome cloud shots.

LENSJOCKEY MAGAZINE IS 16 PAGES OF LOVE FOR AND ABOUT THE PHOTOGRAPHERS OF NEW YORK CITY.

the best photographers in the world, in the best city in the world. no contest. no-brainer.

get LENSJOCKEY MAGAZINE at St. Mark's Bookshop in NYC after the 16th of May -

I'm planning on getting them some copies about then, the magazine will be shipped next week. I'm a publisher-er-er.

LENSJOCKEY is all color, great pictures, my writing and interviews.

DAY 1

It's Tuesday, it's the morning, I'm alittle chilly because I have the window open and it's right next to my bed.

I am awaiting the delivery of a box containing the second issue of LENSJOCKEY. Now, it's on to promotion. EW! Truly though, it is an honor for me to start promoting online what I publish in LENSJOCKEY, the first ever magazine devoted to the stars (as I see them) of the awesomely awesome photographer scene in NYC right now.