I would like to take this moment, to introduce all the tumblr’s that are in my stream to check out cannon. He is a wicked fucking amazing producer out of NY and on top of that he is just wicked great in general. You should definitely follow him on tumblr and check out everything he is working on and posting about.
I woke up this morning with this song in my head! They’re an insane group! Love these guys IMMENSELY! I can’t wait wait for their album to drop. Get into the wonder that is J*DaVeY if you aren’t already engulfed in their dopeness!
“When I got older, I realized that what made it so effortless was that my dad was taking care of the hard part, the 95% of flying that doesn’t involve moving any of the controls. What made it look so effortless for him, even when things got tough, was the 10,000+ hours in the cockpit of a plane, flying.”
Yes. This is also the difference between a professional photographer and an amateur working for cheap (or, shudder, free). Why is my fee so much? You’re not paying me for the photograph I’m making, you’re paying me for the hundreds of thousands I’ve made in order to be able to make that photograph you need, perfectly, and on demand.
“Legend has it that Pablo Picasso was sketching in the park when a bold woman approached him.
“It’s you—Picasso, the great artist! Oh, you must sketch my portrait! I insist.” So Picasso agreed to sketch her. After studying her for a moment, he used a single pencil stroke to create her portrait. He handed the women his work of art.
“It’s perfect!” she gushed. “You managed to capture my essence with one stroke, in one moment. Thank you! How much do I owe you?”
“Five thousand dollars,” the artist replied.
“B-b-but, what?” the woman sputtered. “How could you want so much money for this picture? It only took you a second to draw it!”
To which Picasso responded, “Madame, it took me my entire life.”
There’s First Hand Smoke, Second Hand Smoke, and Third Hand Smoke.
Then there’s spending an evening with Zachary Johnson, which I suspect is stronger than first hand smoke.
When most people take a smoking break, they’re taking a break to smoke. When Zachary Johnson takes a smoking break, he steps on the balcony and doesn’t smoke for 5 minutes. Then he steps back inside and gets back to it.
I sometimes think New York City with its buildings and girls and bars exists solely so that it can be drawn and written about by Zach. He works and hones his work because he is compelled to, like there is some demon inside him screaming and you can hear it in each picture, like he made a deal years ago which he keeps. He is relentless and kind at the same time. He is also like twenty feet tall.
Drunk one night in a bar at 230am he drew me a picture on a napkin. I should frame it, but I feel compelled to keep it in my pocket. Whenever I take it out and show it to people, they say, “holy shit! who the fuck drew that? Why is it on a napkin and not framed?”
The caption he wrote on the picture is: “Ronen, don’t be sad. there are still boobs.”
“Simplicity is the final achievement. After one has played a vast quantity of notes and more notes, it is simplicity that emerges as the crowning reward of art.”—Frederic Chopin (via dominilucy) (via ericmortensen) (via mikehudack) (via ronenreblogs)