One A Day – 655
jazz Tense: Franco Lugo – Guitarra, Irepan Rojas – Bajo, Roger Vargas – Batería, Julio Espinosa – Sax
Glowing
jazz Tense: Franco Lugo – Guitarra, Irepan Rojas – Bajo, Roger Vargas – Batería, Julio Espinosa – Sax
In the moment
jazz Tense: Franco Lugo – Guitarra, Irepan Rojas – Bajo, Roger Vargas – Batería, Julio Espinosa – Sax
Franco Lugo
Jazz Tense: Franco Lugo – Guitarra, Irepan Rojas – Bajo, Roger Vargas – Batería, Julio Espinosa – Sax
Jazz Tense: Franco Lugo – Guitarra, Irepan Rojas – Bajo, Roger Vargas – Batería, Julio Espinosa – Sax
Wild eyes
Jazz Tense: Franco Lugo – Guitarra, Irepan Rojas – Bajo, Roger Vargas – Batería, Julio Espinosa – Sax
Steppin’ on a Hot Rock
- Jazz Tense: Franco Lugo – Guitarra, Irepan Rojas – Bajo, Roger Vargas – Batería, Julio Espinosa – Sax
- Amati Cafe
- Centro, Morelia, Michoacán, México
- June 12, 2015
- Copyright, all rights reserved
In these, and in the previous posting from this set, you see me working on some very specific areas. I don’t like posed portraits. I never have. To me they look exactly like what they are – representations of a person – nothing like what I expect from knowing them personally. The best portraits open a person up and show an honest view of their personality. I’ve been working on getting tight, views of people, being themselves in unguarded moments. Using the 50mm helps a lot because I can get in close with the person I am highlighting in a very controlled depth of field.
The second area I am working is “pushing the edges.” Not just allowing colors to do what they will – pushing them harder, especially in the jazz work I do. In the black and whites, controlling the highlights and shadows to get a little more punch and drama. That means full blacks, even when they take up a lot of area. With highlights, it means bringing out the edges – the little shine around detail that brings it forward. I’ve always done these things, but I am pushing them harder, seeing where I can go with them.
And “Stepping on a Hot Rock” – that is pure fun. Screaming, yelling, throwing color all over and blowing detail into roughness. Sometimes you just have to let it go.