Went into the darkroom today for the first time in ages to print a few polaroid negatives. DAMN how I miss that place! The amber light, the smells, the pace and the working process: it's all part of a unique experience. Yes, I too am solely using digital cameras professionally these days, but still I think they are soulless and plain boring.
When I get the urge for real photography, I resort to my books. Anders Petersen, Robert Frank, Richard Avedon, Diane Arbus, Disfarmer, Matt Mahurin, Sally Mann, Bill Burke, I could be dropping names in eternity of men and women who have inspired me.
In 1967 Irving Penn set up a studio in San Francisco to depict the people of that specific time and place, and the Hell's Angels was invited. Here's Doug:
I think I read somewhere that the bunch did their best to lively up the atmosphere, and Irving was more or less scared shitless by their attitude. Obviously, fear didn't stop him from doing his best. Gotta love this pic.