tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61199792464369796312024-03-13T20:51:36.915-07:00FRANKIE SHOT MEAll is fair in love and photos.I am http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338787826177520631noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119979246436979631.post-85199266073584980702012-02-12T21:31:00.001-08:002012-02-12T21:31:55.555-08:00Paradisio and the Grands...Last week a friend mentioned how he can turn heaven into hell just through the art of obsession. <br />
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Right now I'm sitting with my two lovely Grandparents in their nice home filled with art on a pretty hillside in a beautiful part of the world. And my head will <i>still</i> reel with non-stop banter of "What are you doing with your life???" and "You should be in NYC, LA, or London..."<br />
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I first moved into this house when I was 14 years old. It wasn't that I <i>hated</i> hated it. I just felt painfully horribly uncomfortable with how comfortable and quiet everything was. My sister Margarite and I were fostered and adopted by different families at 13 and 14 years old. My foster parents were headed towards divorce before the adoption was even finalized and Margarite's new family moved her two states away as soon as the papers were signed, to keep her out of gang trouble. A year later I landed in the care of my adopted Grandparents.<br />
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Margarite and I are only a year apart and up until the foster homes at 10 and 11, she had always been with me. She had stepped up and parented me as we bounced around from caregiver to caregiver. Now we were states apart. There was some chunk of me that wouldn't allow myself to feel content or be happy in this house with these nice people because she wasn't here to enjoy it with me. It felt like if I appreciated it, I'd be somehow betraying my biological family and more importantly, my sister. No one ever said anything to suggest that that was the case, I just took it upon myself. <br />
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I spent years in my room staring out the window to the large twisted oak tree, talking on the phone, and waiting for nightfall so I could sneak out to go be with my friends. My adopted Grandparents were lovely people, but they weren't the ones who had signed up to parent me, which I reminded them regularly. I'd lock myself in my bedroom emerging only to eat dinner or get cookies from the cookie jar. (So Grandma met me where I was at and kept the cookie jar full at all times.) <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i-XJkO433XA/Tx-u9NgcBeI/AAAAAAAAAOU/aptR-SHlvSM/s1600/photo%2B2%2B%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i-XJkO433XA/Tx-u9NgcBeI/AAAAAAAAAOU/aptR-SHlvSM/s400/photo%2B2%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></a></div><br />
When I'd do something disrespectful or abusive, they wouldn't punish me, they'd just firmly restate whatever original boundaries they'd set. 'Call if you won't be home for dinner', 'Curfew is midnight on weekends', 'We agreed you wouldn't drive your car into the city.' I would fall short and lie to weave my way around their rules, but they loved me regardless and let me spin out of control. Most importantly they were consistent. They are good parents.<br />
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I was judgmental of them for the most ridiculous things (like how their kids lived nearby...?), but one thing that made me feel better was that they both came from working class families- his parents were commercial artists and hers were farmers. They worked for everything they had and raised 4 children by selling pottery at crafts fairs and making commissioned pieces for architects. I also liked that his art was utilitarian; not some fluffery but real useful pieces of art. <br />
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At 19, still pretty thick with resistance, I realized that living with the Grandma for 5 years now made her my longest consistent caregiver next to my sister. Slowly my ability to let her parent me was seeping in. I moved away for a few years then came back, then moved away again, and moved back. Grandma let me know that this was my always home and I could leave and return as many times I wanted to.<br />
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Most recently I landed back here in October after two years of choppy traveling around the US/UK while working on my memoir (which morphed into trying, unconsciously and quite unsuccessfully, to find a person to make me feel whole). I came back home feeling defeated and irritated at myself and the Universe. But it was good to be home. Familiar ground, familiar air, familiar food, friends, and family. <br />
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Grandpa's Alzheimer's has accelerated in recent months and we spend our days talking about things that have nothing to do with everything and somehow or anyone. It's like a Rorschach test, but in conversation form. He starts a sentence and Grandma and I lead it in whichever direction we think he was heading, he giggles then says something else and we carry it in a new direction. Just like they let me be where I was at- an angry, defiant, cookie eating teen- I get an opportunity to be present for them where they are at. We take walks, Grandma is teaching me how to cook, and I get to hang out and pretend I'm retired while I try to finish the book [writing a memoir is way harder than I thought it'd be] and try consciously <i>not</i> to find a person to make me feel whole. I've been making art (and movies) going to meetings and being present. <br />
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I feel like for the first time I am kind of able to show up for them. For whatever reason, I no longer feel guilty being here. I feel okay. I feel like I am repaying them the gift they gave me of being present and loving. I feel grateful. <br />
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That's not to say my head doesn't pop up with occasional insane panic of impending doom and fear of failing as an artist... it does, but at least I know I won't regret being here with them.I am http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338787826177520631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119979246436979631.post-61134317543262783622011-07-10T11:53:00.000-07:002011-07-10T11:53:37.695-07:00Sparkles and TaxidermyIn Philadelphia I got to shoot Beth Beverly from <a href="http://diamondtoothtaxidermy.com/home.html">Diamond Tooth Taxidermy</a> along with performance artist <a href="http://peekaboorevue.com/">Melissa Bang Bang Forgione.</a><br />
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The reality is a great photographer is not defined by their ability to capture a nice shot but by their ability to recreate that shot again and again in various circumstances at a moments notice. I am certainly capable of doing that. And so, I've given myself permission to play with Instagram. <3I am http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338787826177520631noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119979246436979631.post-16879139729933195452011-04-16T01:26:00.000-07:002011-04-16T01:26:41.952-07:00Fred Wahpepah- my vision quest and a great cause.The first time I met Fred Wahpepah I was 15 years old. He came to my liberal Northern California high school to do a presentation on Native American culture, ceremonies and history. He brought a table full of traditional accouterments- an eagle head, eagle wings, a tortoise shell purse, handmade drums, rattles, and various other items that I can't remember. He talked about sweat lodge ceremony, teepee ceremony, sundance and vision quest. All of it fascinated me. What stuck in my mind was how pulled I felt to Native American culture. It was as if he was speaking directly to my core and my core responded with a resounding recognition of truth. I signed up to receive newsletters from his foundation <a href="http://sevencircles.org/">Seven Circles.</a><br />
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Seven years later I had become very close friends with a girl I met at a truckstop at 3am off I-5 in the middle of nowhere who happened to also be an addict in recovery... named Kim.<br />
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"I am going on a vision quest- four days three nights up on a mountain with no food and no water- will you eat and drink for me? Just keep me in mind while you are eating. Especially meat. Hamburgers. Anything." This struck me as funny since she had just become a vegan. Not because she was asking me to eat for her energetically, which perhaps should have been the comical part. It turned out that she had been heavily involved with a Native American community in LA that was headed up by Wolf, one of Fred's sons. However this specific vision quest she was doing under the guidance of Fred himself.<br />
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A year or so after that my friend Podge called me and asked me to attend a sweat lodge ceremony with her. I jumped at the opportunity. It was held Sunday at 5pm in a residential area in Berkeley. We crept through the gate of someones house and found about a dozen people standing around a fire pit with Fred obviously in charge. This was my second time meeting him face to face. Fred is a funny, lighthearted man that egged-on participants to share inappropriate jokes. He talked about the importance of sharing his heritage with anyone who felt a calling to it, regardless of age, race, sex or any other factor we use to separate ourselves from each other. I began attending sweats on an inconsistent basis. <br />
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In 2010 I met my biological father and siblings. As it turned out my oldest sister Cheryl lives just north of Austin and works in Austin for the Air Force, so I've been given a chance to get to know her since moving here. For her birthday last May her co-workers organized a lovely lunch. On the way home Cheryl told me that I would really get along with her co-worker Jessica since we had similar family issues. I asked what nationality she was since she was obviously exotic looking. Cheryl said Native American and... something else... I'm not sure because I got stuck on the Native American part. I began to tell Cheryl that I was really pulled to that culture and when I lived in California I had been doing sweat lodges with this guy Fred Wahpepah... Cheryl interjected- "That's Jessica's last name!" It turns out Fred is Jessica's Great Uncle. So get this- the guy I had been doing sweats with for years has a great niece who had been working in the same room for years with my sister who I didn't know existed. Wild.<br />
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Last October I got hired to shoot a friends wedding in San Francisco and on a whim decided to buy a one way ticket. I hopped online to see if I couldn't find some other reason I should be in San Francisco- perhaps a writers conference or something. I didn't find a writers anything so I went to http://SevenCircles.org to see where the sweats were scheduled since they rotated between about four locations. It turned out that they were doing their fall vision quest in Mendocino starting the Wednesday after I arrived. My heart raced and picked up the phone to call Fred and ask if I could join them. It was late in the game, with less than a week to prepare but Fred said yes and told me to come see him as soon as I got in. <br />
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In a moment of panic I thought- What if I'm too white? Or what if this is wrong? I called up <a href="http://www.shamanicjourneys.com/">Nikki Scully</a> who is a friend of my Aunt Jerilyn and does Shamanic Journeys for a living. My Aunt had been telling me to contact Nikki for years, any time I mentioned Shamanism or Native American anything. I called her and to my surprise she picked up. <br />
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"Hi Nikki, this is Frankie Brandelius, I am Jerilyn's neice. She had told me to call you a while back, but I am just getting around to it because I wanted to ask you a question. Do you think it's okay for me to go on a vision quest?" <br />
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"Frankie, hi. I usually don't pick up this phone after hours. You should be fine doing a vision quest as long as you are going with someone who knows what they are doing. Who are you going with, what community?"<br />
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"Fred Wahpepah of Seven Circles." Nikki let out a laugh.<br />
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"Fred took me on my first vision quest... what... 25 years ago... actually, 25 years this fall, right now. Fred is great, you will be fine. What are your fears? And how is your Aunt?" We talked for a bit longer and I felt affirmed. This was universal timing.<br />
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I got in to town I met up with Fred at his house in Richmond. He asked me why I wanted to go on vision quest and told me how the whole thing worked. I felt thrilled and nervous, convinced that I would somehow mess it up. <br />
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At the wedding the following day I told my friend Alecia about the vision quest. "Whapepah? That is my daughters doctors name. Ask him if is wife is a pediatrician! We love her." And indeed, of course, his wife is.<br />
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I met up with my Aunt while I was in San Francisco and she told me about Lit Quake- a writer's convention that was happening that week, that for some odd reason didn't pop up in my internet searches. I only made it to one of the panels where five new authors discussed what it takes to be in the industry. The next day, after much preparation for the ceremony that I'm not going to get into here- I arrived in Mendocino and met Joanna- she would be the woman cook in charge of the kitchen throughout the vision quest. "I recognize you- were you at Lit Quake?" She asked me. Wild. I also learned later that day that Fred had been on tour with Rolling Thunder who was a good friend of my Aunt as well. All of these elements affirmed that I was right where I was supposed to be.<br />
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So- why I am I blogging about this? Fred is 80 years old. His daughter- Kasha Wahpepah is 18 and has decided for her senior project to take a road trip with her dad from Richmond CA to Oklahoma where they will go to the reservation where he was raised. Kasha will be making art, taking photos and recording all that she can about her roots on this once in a lifetime trip to meet her family and see where she came from. <br />
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A part of the money is going to get Kasha the equipment she needs for the trip and for college- a camera, laptop etc. And did I mention she got admitted to Dartmouth? She is one smart cookie. This project sits close to my heart- everybody knows that my Grandparents are the world to me- I wish I could drive with them to where they were raised and record it all. Fred is like a father to so many people. He has opened up ceremony to everyone regardless of demographic and I hope we can all pull together to help them make this trip happen. <br />
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I received a call a couple of weeks ago from a good friend <a href="http://benkutchins.com">Ben Kutchins</a> asking if I knew anyone in Austin who does videography. I referred him to half a dozen local filmmakers, editors and videographers I've met in the last year. The job was for <a href="http://www.spin.com/">SPIN magazine</a> for a SXSW feature. Although they didn't need a photographer, it felt really good to be able to pass on work to friends. The day before the shoot Ben called to let me know that their main photographer cancelled. They booked me for three days of portraits. <br />
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The shoot was set up in a side building/storage shed at Stubbs, a huge venue in downtown Austin. They turned the room into a country store sort of set up with a bar, rocking chairs, wooden barrels scattered about, and taxidermy and wagon wheels on the walls. Artist would come in, do an interview with the head of SPIN.com and then I would pull them to the side to shoot a quick portrait. <br />
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I am pretty lucky because I can never remember who anybody is. I don't remember quotes from movies, the names of bands, actors or celebrities. I can't remember what most famous people look like and I can't recall songs unless you sing them to me. This minimizes any starstruck-ness. <br />
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First up was two members from Explosions in the Sky. I pulled them aside after the interview and introduced myself. "I know you!" Munaf Rayani said. Turns out he is an Austin local and frequents the same coffee shop as me- where I just hung my photo show. He recognized my name and my bookmark. How cool is that?<br />
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Next up was Gayngs, The Bangles, Duran Duran (who gave a killer interview), Little Dragon (a Swedish band who has a member that I'm in luv with), Surfer Blood (whose lead singer acted like he was too good to answer questions that Duran Duran answered), and Chromeo (who I've danced naked to a dozen times).<br />
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The second day we shot Wild Flag (later I was told that one of the chicks was from Sleater-Kinney, who I would have totally girl-crush-gushed over... but I didn't recognize her), then Moby (who I thought was black... ¿ ... he's not), B.o.B., and Bob Geldof (who said I was a beautiful girl. I don't know who he is but I think I'm in love), and Cisco Adler... not thong song Cisco. My favorite quote of the day was from Cisco- "I came out of the vagina ready to rock some shows." awesome.<br />
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The third day we shot Panic at the Disco, Black Lips, Pentagram, Liz Phair (who was super rad to shoot and inspired additional creativity), Diplo (who is more intelligent than his twitter feed would let on to), and Theophilus London who presence seeps timeless class into the air. My bootie made the Thephilus London video. Holler.<br />
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You can watch the videos <a href="http://www.spin.com/articles/breakout-mc-theophilus-london-talks-new-album">here</a>.<br />
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He said he loved my landscapes (which I like to hear because I don't feel like it's my strongest arena, though I really enjoy doing it) and gave me a list of things they needed shot. Before we got off the phone I asked how he found me. He said from a photo assistant website, they looked at San Francisco based assistants and I popped up. I told him that was great, I don't generally scout and haven't assisted in a couple years, but was stoked that they found me and would love to do it. <br />
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Vallejo is a super cute little town. Though, I don't think they will use my images for the article since they probably already have a photographer hired, it is still really great to get my images in front of they NYT. <br />
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Two super talented photographer/artist friends <a href="http://www.seanfranzen.com/">Sean Franzen </a>, and his lovely wife <a href="http://www.jeremyteresalewis.com/Jeremy/Home.html">Jeremy</a> live in Vallejo. We met for lunch then drove around Mare Island taking photos. We stopped at the <a href="http://ooakbarbies.wordpress.com/">One of a Kind Altered Barbie shop.</a> Oh. My. God. I am in love with this woman Lavonne Salle. Her dolls are the kind of dark pop humour that I love. There was a separate room for all of the 'adult content' creations. Seriously incredibly creative and fun stuff. I guess christian residents got all up in arms because she painted nipples on the barbies... as if children don't know nipples exist.<br />
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And here is some of the shots from around Vallejo and Mare Island.<br />
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Rob was one of my awesome Kickstarter benefactors. We took these images out in west Marin, the Presidio and at his house. I am always so nervous about shooting in the rain (ruining my camera), but I loved it. It was totally fun and not half as scary as I imagined... of course it was just fog and drizzle. Rob is now traveling Brasil and South America. Soaking up the rays.I am http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338787826177520631noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119979246436979631.post-68005249053012221862011-01-27T20:00:00.000-08:002011-01-27T20:01:13.364-08:00Tom the Great<a href="http://littlemissaddict.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/frankienorstad/tomweb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br />
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<a href="http://littlemissaddict.com">Click here to read my story of meeting Tom.</a>I am http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338787826177520631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119979246436979631.post-54111622186071726882011-01-07T00:59:00.000-08:002011-01-07T01:00:01.378-08:00...and we're off!Hello Lovelies!<br />
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The opening was a huge success. I sold 6 prints and have had inquiries about 4 more. The show will be up in San Rafael CA at 1122 Fourth Street until February 20th. Go check it out! Make a date night of it. There is a great Puerto Rican restaurant called Sol Food, or there is hippy awesome food at Cafe Gratitude. (Food is one of the things Marin does particularly well.) The cafe is right next to the Rafael Theater, so stop in there for a flick, then hop over and check out the my photos.<br />
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So, for the opening I ordered bookmarks to handout that offered up a description of what Saturn Return is and some tips for surviving it... unfortunately they did not arrive in time. I requested super fast delivery however, the printer made a mistake and sent them ground. <br />
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Of course I realized this at 3 am the day of the opening. In a panic I called my friend Nano, he works at a local print shop in San Francisco-<a href="http://hhimaging.com"></a>. He wasn't at work, but told me to call his co-worker, Ken, and let him know that I was Nano's friend. Ken said "No problem! Send the files to Joe, tell him you're Nano's friend, and we will push them through." Of course I wasn't near internet access... AND I wanted to redesign the bookmarks to match the flier I posted on my last update... so on the drive into to city (to go to therapy) I was on my laptop hustling to redesigning the bookmarks (don't worry, my friend Lila was driving). I got the files sent and within two hours the bookmarks were done. It was magical. My friend Kari picked them up, paid for them, and delivered them to the show, which was over the top sweet.<br />
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The opening went great. I showed up around 4:30 with my Grandparents to do a walk through before it got too crowded. It was really nice to have them see my career on display, and have an opportunity to show them the various places I have traveled and people I have shot. It gave context to why I am always running out the door or on my computer retouching/writing. (My Grandma is very depression era wired. The thought of having a freelance career seems ridiculous and unreliable to her. Even though she loves my photos and thinks I'm talented, she has suggested, on more than a few occasions, that I look into a career at Peets Coffee or Rite Aid. I know the intention is Sweet. She just wants me to be able to eat.)<br />
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After the Grands left, I went to the art supply store a few doors down from the cafe and bought a guest book and a second little book to record what images sold and what the prices were. I mentioned before that I was a little afraid that it wouldn't feel like an opening because the cafe didn't want outside food/beverages or music. Luckily that was not the case. At about 6:30 a steady flow of people began trickling in. From family, to friends that have known me for years, to acquaintances of my Aunt's, to fellow photographers and local artists, to friends in recovery, to ex-boyfriends, to friends of friends and so on. It was great. All in all there were about 200 people in attendance throughout the evening. I was really happy to have bookmarks to give out. They were a great conversation starter... then Kari pointed out that I misspelled... PHOTOGRGRAPHY. Ha. Oh well. I love them anyways. <br />
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I designed a set of 4 postcards which are arriving next week at my apartment in Austin and my photo book is going into production starting the 12th. I have a dear friend who is helping me design the book. I'm hoping it will be finished by Valentines Day-ish.<br />
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A few days before my opening I saw that a gallery in San Rafael was packed with people. The art looked tactile and interesting so I went in to check it out and quiz the gallery owner on the fine art world. The art was awesome- hundreds of Self Help books had been taken apart and re-stitched together to create all sorts of ridiculous magicalness. The spines of the books were cut up and reworded to make up some Outstanding new titles and the dedication pages were cut up and sewed back together to make what looked like a 4' tall cream coloured tear drop. Check it out if you are in the Bay Area. <a href="http://www.donnaseagergallery.com/current_exhibition/index.htm">http://www.donnaseagergallery.com/current_exhibition/index.htm</a><br />
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I ended up telling the woman at the gallery (who turned out to be Donna Seager herself) that I was living in Austin, which led to the question many Bay Area people have- Why? Which more or less resulted in me telling her an abbreviated version of my my life story. (I left out a lot of the more interesting details as I am learning to do...I need to keep the memoir in mind.) Long story short, it turns out her husband knows my Aunt through the Grateful Dead scene and I went to high school with her son (who I may or may not have sold acid to). She seemed to be very intrigued by me. She asked to see my website, however her gallery doesn't show photography. She wrote down a list of galleries and people she thinks would be interested in my work. It was great. <br />
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SO, for the rest of my week in SF I will be ordering prints, shipping rewards, checking out galleries, going to meetings and spending time with the Grands, friends and the therapist. Got to keep the head checked.<br />
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So much love,<br />
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Also, feel free to check out my other blog to read more about my brain- http://LittleMissAddict.comI am http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338787826177520631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119979246436979631.post-37977116665721838752010-12-26T00:57:00.001-08:002010-12-26T00:57:33.242-08:00the first Opening<a href="http://frankienorstad.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/frankienorstad/saturnreturnweb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>I am http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338787826177520631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119979246436979631.post-72599190109145838242010-12-10T11:15:00.000-08:002010-12-10T11:15:57.026-08:00I'm Hung! (And currently in NYC)Hello!<br />
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So the show is officially up at it's first stop- Cafe Aroma in San Rafael. The artist who was showing before me was extremely specific in the placement of his images, using a carpenter and level to get everything just right, so I asked him if he could just leave his nails up for me. This saved a lot of time. We got to the cafe at around 9am, ordered coffee and started the process of bringing things in. About an hour into the process I posted a photo of us working on Facebook and within a half hour two different friends showed up to help out. I have known David since I was 15 working at a video store. His kids are my age and he is probably the most present adult male in my life. He is particularly talented in technical and traditionally manly matters. My friend Miguel worked with me at a boutique camera store when I was 20. He is a talented fine artist with a lot of experience hanging shows. Having them there sped up the process greatly.<br />
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At about noon my friends Justine and Sam showed up. Justine is also a super talented free spirited artist. Having her input was great. We moved things around a bit and swapped a few images out. It felt like everyone was there at the perfect moment. Higher timing. Livia offered the spine of the show keeping me on track, David offered all of the other bones to make up the structure, Miguel offered the flesh and Justine offered the final wrapping of the package- the skin. I suppose if I were to be a body part in this analogy, I'd be the heart. It was all perfect.<br />
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And! I was so grateful that 80% of images were printed on the high gloss. The owner of the lab was absolutely correct. They are stunning. The sheer ones are also outstanding but they need so much additional light to make them pop in the same way. The high gloss is definitely desirable. I am really grateful for that *mistake*. They look edible and delicious.<br />
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The next day Livia left for New York and I left for Austin. I was only there for 3 days... because I impulsively bought a plane ticket to NYC for $67. So, Saturday I hopped on a plane to go to the Big Apple, which is where I am now. I am staying with my cousin Ian and his wife Alexa in Brooklyn. They are so very sweet. We went our first night to a beard contest that one of my backers was judging. (I have now met 3 of my backers in person!) The beard contest was outstanding. I was not expecting to be met with the outstanding caliber of facial hair that was present. Unfortunately I was starving and tired so we left before the winners were announced. (Which, honestly is probably better. Who wants to see dejected drunk bearded men? They will stay on stage, impressive and confident in my mind.)<br />
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The following day I met up with Livia to go to the Levis Photo Workshops where two friends (one being the beard judge) were working. I was confused as to what the Levis Photo Workshops were. Apparently it is a huge, brilliant, marketing idea. They are offering free use of 5 studio shooting bays with top of the line camera and lighting equipment, access to 8 Mac computers with the latest image editing software, high quality photo printers and a t-shirt printer. It's pretty wild. It seemed like there must be a catch. The only obvious catch is that everyone and their mother wants to be there. Great marketing. It's a very nice idea and a very nice space.<br />
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So now I am in NYC. One of my goals while I am here are to find a place to have the show... which I am debating: cafe or gallery? I don't even know if I could get into a gallery, but the images are really nice. The other thing is that, even though it is less *prestigious*, I kind of prefer the lowbrow atmosphere and steady flow of people that a cafe show offers. Hmm...<br />
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Also while I am in town I have a meeting with someone from a major publishing house who has requested pages from my book a couple times. I have spent the last few days polishing up some a few chapters. I am very excited and anxious about this. Monday is my meeting, wish me luck!I am http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338787826177520631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119979246436979631.post-69220232297751366082010-11-24T21:38:00.003-08:002010-11-24T21:38:51.046-08:00Dog tags.Hello Everyone!<br />
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The past few weeks have been crazy! I had a minor scare on Saturday when I received an email saying the funds had been deposited into my bank account, however my bank account said otherwise. On top of that I accidentally made two Amazon accounts with the same email and different passwords... how that is possible I have no idea... so I couldn't log into my Amazon account to check on the deposit- it would just send me to an error page saying that the email account was already in use by someone else. It was stressful. Luckily, like a few people had said, the money delay was probably a Sunday issue. Sure enough Monday morning the funds appeared in my account. Phew!<br />
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I was mostly stressed because as of Monday (read: 8 days till hanging) I still had not ordered the prints. I called the lab and they said they could have all my prints (and yours) done by Friday! Which is way faster than I expected.<br />
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Livia asked me about how I was going to show the names of the prints. I hadn't even planned on putting names up but the question got me thinking. The lab offers to drill holes in the corner of the prints so that you can hang them by wire. And the lab also makes metal photo dog tags. How cool would it be to have the name of the print and edition number hanging from a dog tag off the lower corner of a print? So cool.<br />
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So yesterday I set Livia on the task of pricing engraved dog tags. (I felt like the photo dog tag would distract from the print). She walked down the huge hill we are staying on, to a pet store that only had brass ones. There was another fancy-pants dog place in Mill Valley we checked out, however they only had chrome ones which, since the prints are on aluminum, felt too fancy. I don't want the tags to outshine the prints! However, on the counter they had silver and copper hand stamped dog tags ...for $24 a piece!!! I fell in love with how they looked. So we left the store and I started calling around to jewelry enthusiasts and DIY'ers to see if they knew where to get a stamping kit and the metal dog tags. I was so excited about the idea. Plus, it gives Livia something to do. She is so eager to work but I keep running out of projects because she is so efficient.<br />
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At dinner that night I was telling my Grandparents about my idea to custom make the tags. My Grandpa said "if it has anything to do with Metal, talk to Mark. That is his area of expertise!" I had completely forgot! My uncle Mark owns Paragon Machine Works- a machine shop that makes custom titanium, aluminum and copper parts. I walked over to his house and interrupted his family dinner. He was super willing to help and seemed, even for his calm demeanor, excited. He gave me the catalog for a company that makes metal tags in a variety of shapes and allowed me to put them on his account. He also lent me a letter stamping kit!<br />
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So one day after coming up with the idea, we have the tags ready to be produced. How exciting.<br />
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Tomorrow morning Livia and I are waking up to get on the 4am ferry heading to Alcatraz for the Sunrise Ceremony. Native American tribes all over California come to dance. It will be freezing. The forecast says 37º. Wish us luck! Poor Livia, she thought she was on vacation from the cold weather!<br />
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I am really very excited for the show.<br />
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So much love,<br />
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For those of you who don't know what Kickstarter is, it is a great website where people can post up projects and ask for funding to help "kickstart" a project. In trade for donating, or backing as they call it, you receive rewards. Rewards vary project to project. A musician might give a reward of a CD in exchange for funds to help record the cd. Essentially you can pre-sell or promote your project before it exists in order to bring it to life. It is pretty great way to see if your project will float and if people are interested in it.<br />
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With Kickstarter you have to set a dollar amount that you would like to raise by a deadline. If you do not raise all the money by the deadline, the project is a wash- no one has to donate any money and you don't have to provide rewards. One of the projects that was recently completed was a tripod for an iphone. The two guys who came up with the idea were asking for $10,000 to manufacture this product and one of the rewards was a pre-ordered iphone tripod for $20. By the time their deadline came they had raised $137,000 instead of $10,000. This is an extreme example but it is a great way to "test market" an idea or product with minimal overhead. Brilliant. <br />
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I had no idea if my project would succeed but I set a goal of $3000 in 8 days.<br />
I asked my friend Chad help with the editing. He agreed and suggested that he help shoot the video too, which was awesome. I sat down the day before Halloween to brainstorm what I wanted the video to look like and what I would say. Then I opened up imovie and began sort of roughly piecing it together. Next thing you know it was 5am and I was totally obsessed. Chad and I were supposed to meet the next day to shoot the video but I let him know that I thought I had it handled. He said to send it over to him if I needed any help.<br />
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I ended up completely pitbulled onto the project for about 30 hours, missing all Halloween festivities. I had never made a video with imovie though I had recorded a few clips with the built in camera. Immediately after I finished it I posted the video on Kickstarter and Facebook and people started sending in donations. At first a few friends donated, then some friends of friends, then some complete strangers who found me through Kickstarter. It was incredible. Then people began posting my video on different pages and it all sort of took off.<br />
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Within 3 days I had reached my target goal of $3000 and by the deadline it had totaled at $4450 which is very exciting. Because the project went over the target, by quite a bit, I was able to hire my friend Livia from NYC to come and assist me. Which is really exciting. Right now we are waiting for the funds to come through Amazon. It is sort of a hurry up and wait situation. I am loading all of the photos up to get sent to the lab and Livia is assembling a database and organizing things for the show. Once the funds clear we will be sent into turbo mode.<br />
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I am really excited and grateful about all of this. I feel blessed. It is very humbling to feel so much support from the people around me. I feel as if I am community built. I am community built.I am http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338787826177520631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119979246436979631.post-2944315775418430522010-11-01T14:18:00.001-07:002010-11-01T14:18:25.004-07:00Kickstarter!<iframe frameborder="0" height="410px" src="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/FrankieShotMe/frankies-saturn-return-photo-show-and-book-project/widget/video.html" width="480px"></iframe>I am http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338787826177520631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119979246436979631.post-26520757202494327892010-10-25T13:45:00.000-07:002010-10-25T13:51:14.024-07:00Help a Libra out.My "brand" tends to be poppy [as in bright not opium] well lit images. However in the last couple years I have taken to low saturated images and most recently I've been pulled to sepia and black and white. A true shout out to the 15 year old me who thought that I would never shoot color... Last week I took a road trip from San Francisco to Austin Texas with a lovely little creature- Serra Victoria Bothwell Fels. She makes embellishments for the ladies and is based in a small town known as Brooklyn. <br />
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It is not what I thought my life would look like at this point. I thought for sure I would be settled in to a city (nyc, sf or la) and be working on building my client list. I would send out mailers on a consistent schedule (to show my stability), tote my portfolio around to agencies and magazines, go to art shows and shmooze with other industry creatives. I would build a network of ambitious artists friends and we would collaborate on a series of wild projects drummed up to create a buzz from an audience of people (with more money and no creativity) interested in paying us to do awesome things. Oh and I would probably have an art director boyfriend or something.<br />
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Instead I went to Austin with two suitcases on a 3 week writing sabbatical and now I live there. As far as photography goes I have sort of taken a detour (see aforementioned 'writing sabbatical'). I am still completely in love with image making, but I decided it was time (with the encouragement of the recession) to put my nose to the grindstone and work on the book I have had rattling around in my brain. So I wrote and wrote and now I have 106,000 words of a memoir and am about to start (what I envision to be) a sixth month editing phase with considerably less travel... maybe.<br />
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Austin has been treating me well. The town is overflowing with affordable music shows, I have made a few friends and picked up some video work from a steady client. The work isn't what I *love* to do but it has afforded me a trip back to SF every 6 weeks... and two apartments. That's right. The first is a one bedroom house and the second is a single room cottage. They are on the same block. Really they are just an outward sign of my inward excessiveness, however, man they are cute. (And combined they are cheaper than three of the flats I lived in in the Bay Area.) <br />
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All of this has reinforced a couple things. <br />
1) you can do anything if you are willing to do the hustle. <br />
2) learn a skill or trade that you can use while traveling to make money. <br />
3) learn how to ask for help and give it back freely. <br />
4) let the Universe carry you.<br />
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Much love,<br />
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FrankieI am http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338787826177520631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119979246436979631.post-40397201366013498312010-07-29T23:49:00.000-07:002010-07-29T23:49:28.157-07:00Road Trippin'Hello loves.<br />
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A dear friend of mine turned 30 and decided to take road trip from San Francisco to Austin Texas with another friend of ours. I hopped in the car with them and we took off into the sunset Saturday afternoon. We spent our first night in Roswell NM. chasing aliens. In the am we went to the UFO museum, stopped in Albuquerque for lunch and made it to Flagstaff by night fall. The next morning we ate some delicious breakfast at a local joint called Martanne's and then headed north to the Grand Canyon. By nightfall we crossed the Hoover be Dammed and made it into Vegas where we spent two nights. I met up with some locals and did a late night tennis match photo shoot. The gents were nice enough to help me hunt down the trailer park I used to live in and the school I used to attend 20 years ago. We hopped the fence and took some more long exposure night shots. In the morning I went for a swim in the Bellagio hotel, wrote in my journal and we hit the road- through the Mojave Desert and up to San Francisco by 10 pm. The following morning I hopped into another car with my cousins and Aunt and we drove 7 hours north to Grants Pass OR for a family reunion on a farm. <br />
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<a href="http://frankienorstad.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/frankienorstad/Roadtrippin/frankiebyjesseweb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>I am http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338787826177520631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119979246436979631.post-10884097276714656582010-07-18T14:53:00.000-07:002010-07-18T14:53:10.618-07:00Work in AustinWork in Austin has been going really well. I just finished a 6 day video shoot for a major e-commerce company. The project consisted 24 products in various environments both still life and with model. I am new to shooting video so there are the standard little challenges, probably the most annoying being that I don't understand editing of video so I never truly know how the final product is going to pull together. In turn, I am sure I over shot to make sure we had enough footage. After 6 days I ended up with a total of 358 videos. I thank the Gods I am working with great editors. <br />
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I also will be shooting the September cover of a local magazine here which is exciting. <br />
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It looks like Austin was a good move business wise, though I still ache for NYC and London and LA and Paris and Berlin... We will see.I am http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338787826177520631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119979246436979631.post-35621169517498695242010-05-08T23:56:00.000-07:002010-07-18T14:54:12.323-07:00Austin and FashionI just did my first fashion shoot in Austin of two French girls Morgane and Stephanie. The bamboo forest is my backyard.<br />
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I took the month of February *off* to partake in a month long writing sabbatical of sorts. I had originally planned to take this said sabbatical in New York City, Brooklyn to be specific, in the house of a sweet friend and beautifully talented musician Sheah Abelman, a member of the Yard Dogs Road Show. <br />
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However New York in February was... cold. Not only was it physically cold, but the writing project is my autobiography, which is icy enough in parts without putting myself through the actual real-live frost. So I changed plans and flew to Austin Texas to couch surf and write. Over my month long stay I fell in love with Austin. I wrote over 80,000 words and couldn't get enough of this warm little art filled music filled city-town. A 1940's house on a main street opened up a few doors down from my oldest friend Lila. The rent is super reasonable, the house is commercially zoned and is ridiculously cute. So, without much of a second thought, I moved here on an It Feels Right, Northern California whim. <br />
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The status on the book is that it is 106,790 words. I have a few sample chapters edited up and ready for review and I have a query letter that is pretty much good to go. Illustrator Winston Lehman is working on the three family trees for the book.<br />
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The house is going to be turned into a collective DIY art/photo space open for people to come coexist while they create. A dream of mine for a while has been to start an event called Church on Sundays. The idea being mixed lovechild blend of Sunday brunches with artists versions of TED talks and performances by various musicians and creatives.<br />
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[In cas you don't know what TED is, check this out: http://www.ted.com/talks/elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius.html]<br />
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Another project I have going on is Addicted the Magazine. Folks have heard me talk about it over the past 6 months, however with the new acquisition of this collective art house awesome space I am making huge leaps to manifest it. If you are interested in participating, please shoot me an email.<br />
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You can help fund the project here: http://www.kickstarter.com/profile/FrankieShotMe<br />
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So for the record, I love you.<br />
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More to come.<br />
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Frankie.<br />
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p.s. you love me.I am http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338787826177520631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119979246436979631.post-70270725752731032682010-03-08T01:33:00.000-08:002013-08-03T23:48:23.214-07:00SPIN, Justine Frischmann, San Fran Mag, EDW Lynch<a href="http://frankienorstad.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/frankienorstad/spin-1.jpg" /></a><br />
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I am http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338787826177520631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119979246436979631.post-8710315762162768792010-02-03T11:30:00.000-08:002010-03-06T14:11:55.867-08:00Yard Dogs Road ShowThey are starting their Valentines Tour this weekend, check them out! <a href="http://YardDogsRoadShow.com"> http://YardDogsRoadShow.com</a><br />
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His US based assistant is a dear friend of mine. Here they are together.<br />
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