Tag Archives: Chicago

The Truck within a Truck Arrived at 9:15 am.

After it was lowered to the street I waited patiently for another, smaller truck to come out of that one.  Full of rodeo clowns.  It didn’t, or at least it didn’t during the time I was driving and photographing it for the GMC owner’s magazine this last fall.    Never could explain the occasional snickers and requests for chili from somewhere near the luggage compartment, though -

Like shepherding an out-of-town friend, I took the shiny black Terrain to see nice views (from Northerly Island)

And over a few of the Chicago River’s bridges:

We went for a Rattlesnake Sausage with Citrus Mojo Mayonnaise, Espresso Bellavitano Cheese and Crispy Fried Onions at Hot Doug’s Encased Meat Emporium :

(don’t forget the duck-fat fries)

We watched a gangster movie.

and then headed off to Willis (formerly Sears) Tower for a look from the observation deck on the 110th floor.  Since the Terrain wouldn’t fit in the freight,  I waved at it from the nifty glass ledge they’ve just installed up there (photo of me in handstand courtesy David Ettinger).  Doing the handstand made me feel like Superman.  Well, Superman plummeting towards Earth:

At the end of the day I took the Terrain back to its hotel, exhausted.

Tray Sheikh: Grant Achatz at Next

I spent a day at the restaurant Next photographing food, Michelin three-star chef Grant Achatz (pronounced ACKets) and the general kitchen commotion for Cooking Light’s 2011 Chef Awards issue.  Above is a placeholder, my loupe standing in for a truffled egg custard with salted cod roe.  We swapped plates to present a serving for one:

The menu that opened the restaurant was titled Paris, 1906 – Escoffier at the Ritz, and drew from Auguste Escoffier’s recipes.

Supremes de Poussin and poached cucumbers, filled with chicken mousse, wrapped in salt pork.  Beautiful, delicate.  Love the plates.  Yum, probably.   I regret the food wasn’t cooked to eat, but rather to be seen, so not entirely edible. Rotated 90 degrees clockwise they’d resemble a famous Japanese cartoon character, I think.

Chef Achatz in the kitchen and front-of-house -

I’d watched him eviscerate sea urchins in the kitchen at Trio in Evanston, Illinois some nine years earlier – taking a portrait then for Elle magazine.  One dish I’d shot then included a heated rock, topped by a dry oak leaf, then covered by a glass.  Accompanying a perfectly prepared red meat – I can’t remember which – to the table,  the glass was lifted and the smoke from the oak leaf wafted.  Cool.  Scans from film:

Work in Next the kitchen was performed with relaxed precision and extraordinary focus.  It was a real treat to watch.

Chicago in the Beer and Now

Is there a draft in here?

I spent some time photographing beer and its Chicago co-conspirators for Imbibe magazine, working at four notable spots: Revolution Brewing (the cover), Hopleaf, The Map Room and Owen and Engine.

Drywall stilts come in handy -

Revolution Brewing is located about eight doors south of my studio.  How convenient.

Josh Deth, proprietor

Cask conditioning in the basement. And Little 500 bike parking.

in case you want to show loyalty to the Revolution -

The Hopleaf is an institution in the Andersonville neighborhood of Chicago. Owner Michael Roper is remarkably passionate and knowledgable about All Things Beer and Chicago politics.  I’m just guessing here, but I imagine the two go hand in hand.

Michael Roper, owner, Michael & Louise's Hopleaf Bar

 

The poured beer in each picture is Allagash, from Maine's Allagash Brewing Company, Portland. Roper's choice.We eventually found the Map Room in Bucktown. Check out the taps that run along the driver's side of the bar: none of them have the big ad levers. This way they can gang up more taps than usual and the bartender can work across the bar without getting lost in a forest of levers. Cool, eh?She too is drinking an Allagash.

A Reissdorf Kolsch, somewhere in the South Pacific.

Owen & Engine is more a restaurant than bar or pub, although it specializes in beers, and the pairing of those beers with their menu.  They have a certified cicerone on staff to hep you with that.

Cicerone Elliott Beier with his Two Brothers Hop Juice double IPA

Yes, Beier.

 

 

 

 

"Hoss" Rye Marzen, Great Divide Brewing Company

Thanks to Elliott I am a reformed hop-head.  I now favor bitter.  Good stuff, that.

 

A Random Five

Yep, I save everything. Several boxes at my studio are filled with stacks of darkroom-generated prints – not the finals that would have been sent to the client, but outtakes that probably stopped short of my best attempt at the enlarger, or were a shot at a different kind of paper or chemistry. Sifting through them is the functional equivalent of hitting ‘shuffle’ in iTunes: the pictures are in no particular order, and so I never know what’s next. Some of these go way, way back.

I pulled five that, today at least, raised my eyebrows:

Pinhole photograph, Tamms Supermaximum Security Prison, Tamms Illinois. Shortly after the prison was opened, I had the opportunity to photograph the place for Chicago magazine. I’d heard the warden was especially proud of the cell doors, which featured holes, rather than bars. I shot this one with a homemade camera pressed against one of those doors, holding it for about fifteen seconds.

David Yow, lead singer for The Jesus Lizard, in a mosh pit at Chicago’s Vic Theater. I love grain.

Selmer Saxophone, Elkhart Indiana. I believe the lit box is how they put the music in ‘em.

I spent some time in Ukraine – Kiev and Yalta – on an assignment to photograph Katherine Yushchenko, their first lady at the time. This was on the bumpy flight to Yalta, after my film was sent through a 1960′s era x-ray machine. It ended well.

Sophia Loren, leaving a screening, Michigan Avenue, Chicago. In the early 1990s I was the Chicago International Film Festival’s official photographer. The fun never set.

Cheezborgercheezborgercheezborger

Yep, just spent time at Billygoat Tavern, made famous by the Saturday Night Live Belushi/Ackroyd/Murray sketch.  ”No fries. Chips!”   Sam Sianis, the owner, has worked the grill and the customers for ages.  He sent me off with a smile, wave, and triple cheezborger.  Part of a larger travel piece for the Weekend Wall Street Journal -

More from the WSJ feature – one of my favorite views of Chicago is at the Michigan Avenue Bridge.  No matter what time of day, if the sun’s out the light bounces on the skyscraper windows, making the canyon gleam in unexpected places.

Schwa restaurant.  Octopus with pineapple, macadamia nut and char,  style of Hawaiian poke.

The Violet Hour, home of cocktails with a provenance -

Architect Lorenzo Piano designed the Modern Wing to the Art Institute – daytime, the gallery light is perfect. Nighttime, the outside’s a gem.

Richard Wright auction house -

The Isle of Man is a store specializing in men’s clothing and… umm.. accessories.  Like flamethrowers.

 

Giant Origami Blackbirds Alight in my Studio Windows

Milwaukee Avenue’s got two new spectators.  After staring at the rolls backdrop paper leaning against a corner of my studio for a little too long I took action.  They’re folded from 9′ x 9′ squares.  They keep me informed about goings-on.

headed for my studio windows

Three weeks before the NBA Draft

I worked with Jonny Flynn on his first photo shoot, this for Dime Magazine.  Smiling, amiable, and entirely without entourage, he connected easily.  Selected 6th in the draft, he went to the Minnesota Timberwolves.  I wish him well.  The magazine sent a video crew to cover the first of Flynn’s ‘Draft Diaries’ – (they’ve disabled embedded video so you need to click through to YouTube)

The shoot footage starts at around 2:07 -

The studio that day:Attack Athletics pro training center, Chicago

A few from the shoot:

Timberwolves Point Guard Johnny Flynn

Timberwolves Point Guard Johnny Flyn

Timberwolves Point Guard Johnny Flynn

Graffiti and Grub and Grace

I think it’s safe to say that LaDonna Redmond was having a bad day.  In the middle of move, she headed to her business – an organic farm stand –  (http://www.graffitiandgrub.com) and found that her electricity had been mistakenly cut off by the power company.  Twelve people were at her door, eager to work.  That I’d just shown up to photograph her for Time magazine would, for any average person, be the frosting on one evil cake.  Undeterred, she worked the phone, set up shop out front, changed clothes, put on makeup and made it happen.  Amazing.  An outtake from the September 21 issue:

LaDonna Redmond

Another outtake, but similar to the one the magazine ran in their Table of Contents

. at Graffiti and Grub, an organic farm stand