For the past 10 years there has been an event that has stirred in my heart! Ask anybody about it and you’ll get a variety of descriptions. Naked, dusty, drugs, weird, artsy, crazy, awesome, etc are the common words that you’ll hear. And so this year i set out for the playa of the mysteriously famous Burning Man, knowing only a few things for certain. One was that whatever you brought in, you take with you out (including every scrap of trash and not a drop of liquid hits the ground) and the second was that I had to be prepared to be there for 8 days straight. Food, Water, and whatever else had to last.
Really not knowing what to expect I finally reached the gates after crossing miles and miles of desert. A beautiful woman dressed like something from a mix of OZ and Mad Max opened my truck door with a smile pulled me out and gave me a hug. WELCOME HOME! She rejoiced! The optimism was infectious and I couldn’t help but smile. Like Disney Land for adult, you couldn’t help but jump up and down from excitement. “What burn is this for you??” she asked with a genuine eagerness. “my first” I replied. “A VIRGIN!!!!!” She yelled embracing me yet again only to feel 4 or 5 more people join in the hug also announcing my new found “virginity”. I had arrived.
Filing into another line down the hill, the playa was exposed at random by a cloud of dust that had the tormenting power of a tidal wave. The winds shifted for a second and then all of the sudden there he was, the Man. Towering over everything like some foreign monument so random “Alien” was the only explanation. Too Illogical to come from us mere humans, but yet he did. Logic was nowhere near this place I learned as an “art car” the shape of a rhino transformer and the size of a semi truck rolled by full of people in it’s belly. All rules were off, the game was on. The Walk on the Wild Side had begun.
The Next week was a blur of surrealism. I’m writing this 2 days after I left the playa and I’m still processing what happened. Like waking from a heavy vivid dream, grasping at fleeting details. A mix of dust, nakedness everywhere, and the most amazing art one can think of. Mash that with a constant thumbing of EDM (Electronic Dance Music) that kept you moving like a pace maker for the spirit. A soundtrack for the mind. You kept moving. The setting for this was obviously perfect. The sterile desert complimented the sculptures, leaving the focus for them. As physically demanding as it was to get to see art for the heat and the deep sand made you earn the experience, reaching them left you intimate with the visuals.
The inhabitants of Black Rock City were all very much like the gate keepers. Open loving creatures. Eager to embrace you. (naked or not) Excited to talk about what you had seen and their experiences. Longing to encourage you. It was intoxicating to say the least. My camp mates were pretty awesome. Only knowing one going into it we quickly became family as we hung out and ate together during the day and looked out for each other at night. I am so grateful to have met each one of them.
70,000 people come to Burning Man at Black Rock City
The key to any travel is to go into it with an open mind. You don’t go to foreign lands expecting it to bend and cater to your comfort zone, and the same way goes for Burning Man, except its another dimension. You will lose the point of traveling if you do this. Like most movies, if you go into it with a certain expectation then you will more often than not be let down. But if you go into it with an open mind, then you let your life truly experience something. NOW, I am not saying you have to do drugs or any/all of what is being offered with any travels. One of my favorite sayings is “if you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything”. It’s ok to say “thats not for me”. Nobody at Burning Man gave me crap about not indulging in certain things. I thought of it like a concert, sure you know people are on drugs…but that doesn’t mean you have to be or you can’t enjoy the experience. So chill out. Enjoy the ride
“There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . . And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .”
will share more soon.
Be Well, Go Far, Dream BIG!
Setting out on my journey I quickly realized 99.9999% of the time I would be traveling alone. This means 2 things I had to be aware of. The first is that I would have to be very proactive in meeting people. The second was that any and all of the gear that I so deeply love to use would have to be manageable only by me. So you can imagine my excitement when Profoto announced their new B1 lights.
What’s so great about these lights Braun?? Because good people, the head has a battery built into it! Brilliant! That means no more lugging heavy power packs around. No more tripping over cords! The Profoto radio trigger can also control the power of the heads (both TTL & Manual modes!) That means you don’t have to get up from your shooting position. You don’t have to break that connection with your subject you’ve been talking to for 20 minutes to get them to relax! When you say “Hold on” and walk away you loose momentum. And if you did have an assistant holding a stand you wouldn’t have to ask them to go change the power on the pack because you have the control right on your camera trigger! Genius. This light is great! 500w (solid power) of beautiful legendary Profoto light that fits in the top of a medium sized backpack! Strap a light stand & umbrella to the backpack and you’re off! Full Metal Jacket & Hiking up the mountain with your subject without a team of donkeys hauling gear!
Profoto is hands downs the standard in rental houses. Sure they aren’t the cheapest , but they are consistently quality light and robustly designed. The B1 is nothing short of it’s designer’s legacy. The head feels solid. The menu on both the head and the trigger is simple and easy to use. Grip it and Rip it! Sure this light isn’t for all productions. The battery is rated to get 300 shots at full power, which is quite a bit for portrait shoots. I’ve shot many of the portraits below at 1 pm when the light is the harshest. No power cables tangling generators or power packs let me place the light stand in the water while I was shooting a beautiful girl out in the Florida Keys!
Lately I’ve really liked using a big deep umbrella with a diffuser over the front of it. Like an Octobox but no ring and poles to wrestle. It Is a bit of a wind catcher so a diffused beauty dish will join my arsenal quite soon for sure. As a photographer taking people’s time for your photograph you must be respectful which is another reason why I love this set up. Takes me about 2 minutes to set up from “backpack mode” to “light is up and we’re shooting!” Quick and painless is the name of the game. Never give people time to freak out in their head.
All of these portraits were done with this exact set up. thats all. I don’t use the camera tripod, just for illustration. lenses I typically use the new canon 100mm 2.8L IS ii Macro or the 50mm 1.2L. Below are some from my new portrait series “Faces Along a Journey” (all shot with the B1). I started this series because I do like shooting nature, I greatly enjoy photographing portraits. When on the road you meet all sorts of people, you learn their history and background, or that of which they want you to know. This is what I wanted! To value not just the amazing sights to behold but to know the people that make up this country. It might be a 10 second encounter or you might be neighbors for a couple of weeks. Taking the time to get to know people is so crucial. Social media definitely does not supplement real people to people interactions. I’ve met all sorts of Airstreamers, Mormon (Grateful)Dead Heads (that don’t smoke or drink). A BBC Radioman. A future rap star that was caravaning across the country with his sister in a prius! Snow Birds! French Canadian college kids. French Canadian snow birds, outlaws, veterans of huge Military careers, computer hackers, big fashion photographers and on and on and on. People that own real movie Batmobiles. People that invite me out to the Ranch in Utah, Colorado. You never know. Never discount anybody, Never assume.
The point is everybody has a story. Take the time to say hello and talk, because you’re interested, not because you have an agenda! If you think you would want to take their portrait ask them. They might say no, they might say yes. 90% of the time I ask they have never been photographed by a professional photographer!
My approach to my lighting is to feather the light across the subject’s face. Almost emulating the sun but just lower. Place the back end of the umbrella almost at the ear of the subject slightly angled toward them. This causes the light to fall right across their face while leaving the other side untouched and shadowed…thus creating mood! ahhhhaaaa! If you put the sun behind the subject you can basically use it as a backlight with this combination.
Hope you find this helpful my friends. Be Well Go Far. -Braun
Over the mountains and across miles of endless of fields nestled in New Mexico lies the desert park, White Sands. Rolling dunes of sugar white sand go on and on with mountains looking over. Quiet is not the word. The dunes seem to absorb the any noise and all you are left with is peace to soak in the surreal beauty. This has a special place in my heart from my Dad and Grandfather taking my brother and I to it when we were small kids and still remains one of my favorite places on earth.
So if you find yourself anywhere close to the southeast corner of New Mexico, not far from Texas, I highly encourage you to venture out to see the white desert. A place so surreal that you could easily see a scene from Star Wars (the cool ones) being shot here. I fully plan on coming back to use it for several projects. Be Well Go Far. – Braun
For the last couple of months I have found refuge in the warmth of the Sunshine state while it seems the rest of the country has been freezing their whiskers off. But first my friends and supporters I have to apologize for being such a lame pal. I haven’t been updating, not for lack of thoughts or travels but just simply taking a break. This is no excuse I know but it’s mine.
Taking time off got me thinking about how my life has changed so drastically in the last 4 months and who I really wanted to be in 2014. Who was this person I was creating? Thoughts like if I died what would my family be able to tell about me. If they searched my home, the WNDRLST, what would they know about me. Isolation forces self reflection, whether you want it or not. During New Years I came across a great video that’s words have haunted me to no end. “The richest place in the world is the graveyard. In the graveyard we will find inventions that we were never exposed to, ideas and dreams that never became realities, hopes and aspirations that were never acted upon.” So it is in those words that I vow to stop being the laziest person I know and declare to be the man, professional and artists I want to be in 2014. Realizing I’m not just a commercial photographer anymore, but so many people know me for my airstream design and this journey. Not exactly what this defines me as but its my labels.
Patton and I enjoy the scenes of Florida, from shooting beautiful women in the Keys to kayaking the Everglades. Even new and old friends came out and graced our home while down here. The last day I was day I was set to leave south Florida, after being told numerous times all the lots in the Keys were sold out I decided to make the call to a few just in case. As luck would have it one had an opening for an entire week! The time out on the islands were so special for me to have it as part of this trip as it is one of the 4 corners of the US.
The Question is what are you gonna do with your time, greatness is a lot of small things done well. Day after day. Work after Work. Obedience after obedience.
Be well go far
Culture, beauty, art, history, women, style. Italy overwhelmed my senses and mind to the point where I felt like if I didn’t devote a life time to her ways I’d be doing her a disservice. Italy is not a place, a country, but a lifestyle. A mindset. And those that go just to “see” it will MISS her.
Shooting her was a dance, a romance…more like a seduction. The more you spent with her the more you fell in love with her. Each city I visited held it’s own reputation. Rome with it’s history that shaped the world, a society so civilized but at the same time so brutal. Forget the hunger games. The coliseum was the real blood sport. The Vatican and Saint Peters is beyond words. Beyond imagination. The crown jewel of the catholic empire. Ornate, intricate, and grand are words for mere mortals but the word “magnificence” cannot be fully fathomed without seeing it. The secrets that she truly holds fascinates. I could go on an on.
A lifelong student of design, I suddenly saw the period table for all things visual. Sculpture, fashion, art, architecture. It started here. Respect. Italy. You are sexy as hell and look forward our dance. ciao Bella
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