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Here are some photos taken by DOC 2017 students in the past two weeks.
During the fall semester students in the ICP PJ program attend a class in flash lighting with Nelson Bakerman in Brooklyn. From monster lighting to Rembrandt lighting, students are assigned different flash lighting assignments each week.
Soumita Bhattacharya / Yolande Daenick / Barbara Gracner
Monster Lighting/Soumita Bhattacharya
Monster Lighting/Elena Hermosa
Elena Hermosa / Narisa Ladak / Andrea Cattaneo
After one month of classes at the International Centre of Photography, students in the Documentary Photography and Photojournalism program reflect upon the first few weeks in the best way we know how – through pictures.
PJ students at ICP shoot a variety of different themes for the weekly “Picture Making on the Street” course. This course sees students submitting a selection of images every week for a group critique lead by each respective instructor.
This week’s selection includes images entitled “Signs of the Times”, an assignment for the the foundational course in Documentary Photography and Photojournalism in which each student had to make an image that represented the personal, public and political signs of the times.
Brooklyn Botanical Gardens,Grace/Narisa Ladak
A woman prays at the Hare Krishna Temple in Brooklyn, NY,New York’s Religions/Natasha Srour
Last night, I took a call from a woman in California who had been accepted to the International Center of Photography. She was trying to decide whether she should go for it. She asked me, “is it worth it?”
I was in her position exactly one year ago to the day. It was April 12th, 2010, my birthday. At 8am I went to my government job and gave my two-weeks notice. That afternoon, I returned home to the letter from the ICP accepting my application for the 2010-2011 school year. In the evening we had a birthday BBQ in the backyard.
Until that day, the prospect of moving had been mostly theoretical. It was suddenly real. The tuition alone was a lot of money. Moving cities is hard. And I’d have to stop working for a year, too. It was a big choice. Some people said I should take my money and travel the world. Others questioned why I would want to move from Ottawa at all (although they were very few, and only halfheartedly asked). Most people, though, told me to go, if this was what I really wanted. The decision was complicated by having already been to photography school, not that long ago. I graduated from Algonquin College in 2007 with a diploma in commercial photography. It was a good school, highly technical, and demanding. But I always wanted more. I wanted more from life, more from my city. Most of all, I wanted more from myself.
I said yes. I accepted because I wanted to grow, to move up a level, to be truly tested. I wanted to train with the best, to learn how to tell stories from the leaders in photojournalism and documentary photography. In some ways, it was an easy choice. ICP was the only place I had applied and the only place really wanted to go. I said yes to myself.
Life isn’t easy here. School is definitely not easy. There is a lot I miss about my life back home. I miss my family. But, for all the homesickness and frustration of living in New York, it has been worth it so far.
This year is a gift. It is a dream. It is an incredible privilege to spend a year completely focused on my craft. It is amazing to be surrounded by smart and engaged students. The teachers at ICP who I’ve connected with have made an impact on me that will resonate for the rest of my life. ICP was the push I needed, and the push I didn’t know I needed. I’ve grown as an artist and a human. I’ve really jumped off the deep end.
There are ten weeks left in the school year. I want this freedom to go on forever.
This post was originally published at Being There by Jackson Couse.
yep, I know where I stand.
This entry was originally posted “Charlie Rangel is still the king of Harlem” at http://jacksoncouse.com/beingthere on November 3rd, 2010.
A confession: I am an unrepentant politics-watcher. When I was assigned to cover the midterm elections at the beginning of November, I was terribly excited. There is no better people watching than politics, and there’s probably no better political people watching than in Harlem, New York.
I’ve been a fascinated by politics since a young age. I love watching the drama of campaigns, both in front of the cameras and behind the scenes. In politics I find three things that turn me on; charismatic figures (heroes and villains), argument over what the world is and should be, and acting-out in public. For me, watching politics is like watching a giant, complicated, messy, human play. I like to look at politics as a sociologist would.
Charles B. Rangel was the king of Harlem, are rare type of politician beyond reproach. Beloved by his constituents, he is a decorated war veteran who served as the Democratic Representative from Harlem for 20 straight terms. Despite looming corruption charges, he sailed to re-election with over 80 percent of the votes in the November mid-term election. Yesterday, the House voted to censure Representative Rangel. This is the first censure since 1983. It is a significant punishment for the powerful politician who founded the Congressional Black Congress and recently chaired the House Ways and Means Committee. Rangel was found to have committed a series of ethics violations, including having improperly filed his income taxes and having solicited campaign donations that put him in a conflict of interest. A censure is the most severe punishment available to the House without ejecting Rangel.
Charlie Rangel is a compelling politician and an easy person to photograph. He is an excellent orator. His comportment is refined. He floats through a room, and appears far younger than his 80 years. He is the consummate powerbroker, a part of the local political structure so entrenched that his re-election was a foregone conclusion. At a Democratic breakfast in Spanish Harlem, it was clear that Charlie Rangel’s power is also dynastic. Flanked by politicians of every level, Rangel comfortably played the king-maker. His blessing and support for lesser candidates seemed to be a prerequisite to their election. Their praise for him was a mix of reverence, fear, and bald-faced sycophancy.
As was made painfully clear by the Ethics Committee, Rep. Rangel is not the untouchable politician he appears to be. His political power may be diminished by the censure, but it is a punishment that lack any real consequences. Rangel punishment was simply to be called before the House to hear a reading of his transgressions. I think Charlie Rangel will survive, as much the dean of Harlem politics as ever.