Budget Travel Cover Shoot on Newstands now!

A while ago I posted about our adventure down in New Orleans shooting the October cover with Amy and Amy from Budget Travel. It's on newsstands soon--be sure to grab one so the publishers/advertisers get the message that NOLA tourism sells!

The magazine had the subtitle on its way to the publishers before this year's storms came their way: "You thought a hurricane or two could keep this city down?" Stet!

We worked hard to make the cover authentic enough to be shot by a couple of ex-locals. Our hometown had to look instantly recognizable, but not cliche. A hot red dress helps in that department.

In T: New York Times Style Magazine this weekend!

If you don't get the New York Times, and you want to see our take on the new scene B.E.L.T. "below the elevated train" in the burg, go to the website's interactive map.

If you get the magazine, flip to "hipster replacement" ha!

We each got stylin tee-shirts on this shoot: I'm wearing my Frenchie's tank top right now. Frenchie of Frenchie's Gym on 303 Broadway, a 67-year old Puerto Rican body builder, deserves a story in the Times all his own. You can see the old school, no nonsense, no a/c gym from the B.Q.E. He's been in there coaching and cajoling giant young men from the neighborhood to "Do it with Love!" since 1976.

Maybe you need to spend an afternoon with the "community organizers" down at Frenchie's, Mr. Rudy Giuliani.

Upper Michigan

We missed the August issue of Travel + Leisure on the newsstands because we were shooting for T+L in Greece! But Wendy was kind enough to send it over on her busy last week at the magazine. So here you are, for us a blast from the past, our story on a tiny spit of land, the Keeweenaw Penisula, that juts into Lake Superior.


Our favorite memories from this trip are represented by these two photos. The clouds zip in and out of the sky at a trippy stop-action speed. Lake Superior is so large it creates its own weather. And the five monks who live at the Society of St. John's Poor Rock Abbey Jampot make the most divine wild strawberry jam. They bake breads and hunt for wild strawberries and make jams--even while fasting--even in the snow--and are by far the most joyous subjects I've yet to encounter.

PS: The Jampot has an online shop! Just a taste: here's what you get in Seasonal Selection #1: "Contains twelve jars, one each of Wild Thimbleberry, Wild Blueberry, Blackberry-Cherry, Apricot-Raspberry, Brandied Peach, and Black Cherry Jams; of Wild Apple- Chokecherry, Wild Crabapple, Pear-Cinnamon, Dandelion, and Wild Sugarplum Jellies; and of Grape Butter." $60.00




Tearsheets are bigger on the website!

Pig Roast!

This weekend, Sean Stanton is hosting his fifth Annual Pig Roast in Great Barrington. We met Sean years ago when he let us borrow his dog for a cover shoot, then selflessly invited us (and the model) back to the farm for fresh blueberries, eggs, milk, and tomatoes of all descriptions. The Volvo broke down and he ferried us back to the hotel. Sean farms for Dan Barber of Blue Hill among others, and has a little chef cult following I'm happy to be included in. We attended in 2006:







So if you're going to be near GB next weekend, stop by and say hello for me! 205 North Plain Road, from 4 to 8pm. No piglets will be roasted!

Apple Picking!

Can you believe it's technically fall already? Last year we spent September in Utah, Arizona, Colorado, Oklahoma: places where fall takes time coming.

We photographed Susie Otts and her teens apple picking in Sharon, CT early last October for Everyday with Rachel Ray, and then joined a talented team in the studio in NYC to photograph the recipes.

Here's shots from the orchard:







We went to the Ellsworth Hill Orchard and Berry Farm twice last fall to stock up on apples and golden raspberries.

Here's the 6 page story in the magazine, on newsstands now. Click through to our tearsheets page on the "official" Morgan & Owens site to see bigger versions. James revamped the tearsheets page last month to make room for all these big stories coming out. Whoo-hoo! Look at how many photos they used! I think this story challenges the record holder, the April 07 Budget Travel Brooklyn feature, for most images per page. Everyday has great, photo-friendly design.

The recipes are pretty good too. Try the chili.

The Sixth Borough?

I've just posted notes from our feature shoot last weekend in Philly at the other blog I write for occasionally A History of New York.

We were in Philadelphia for a few days while shooting a feature for Budget Travel. While we were there we did a little extra-curricular cheering for Obama at a gathering in Independence Park, test-tasted the local iced coffee, and imagined what it would be like if we lived there instead of here. My dear departed friend Peter Ryan used to live there, so it has a little soft spot in my heart. We used to repeat his refrain, "Philly's dope. Everyone just skates and hangs out" whenever he'd mention the name of his hometown. Needless to say, we had a great time shooting this feature, and look forward to seeing the story "25 things we love about Philadelphia" when it comes out April 09.

London

On the other hand, the pound is falling....

I Heart NY

Today we rode our bikes from Brooklyn to Central Park and back again, thanks to Mayor Bloomberg's latest trick, Summer Streets. Today from 7am to 1pm, Park Avenue was closed to cars, and packed with all manner of wheels. There were pedestrians too, but I think the freedom of riding up the avenue got the best of biker courtesy. NYC is a pedestrian's town everyday, but for a few hours on only three Saturdays, it was ours.


Please sir, can we have some more?

Maybe just one north/south avenue, all the time? OKay, I know that's asking a lot, but the cars get every road, every day. If we can't have a whole avenue, how about more lanes like the new one on Ninth Avenue?

We saw so much city. I finally saw the Bethesda Fountain. We rode bikes in Central Park. We rode down the West Side highway (which James does every time he takes film to Aporia, but it was my first). We stopped for a few minutes in front of James's old office on 32nd street, from the first year we lived here, and while there, ran into an acquaintance we haven't seen in a year.

The best part, by far, was riding straight up the face of the Grand Central Station, and then around the back, on the taxi route.


My usual bike commute has one tricky part, on Centre Street from the Brooklyn Bridge to below Spring street. The whole route was car free, and took half as much time, zero stress, and much joy.

My friend/academic adviser/bike mentor Bryan Waterman calls the experience "that gentle post-apocalyptic feeling." It was a trip.

Bryan and Cyrus R. K. Patell have invited me to contribute to the History of New York blog. I've written my first entry today, on Woody Allen. I taught the Writing New York course with them at New York University these past two spring semesters, and loved every minute (not spent grading). Now that I'm not teaching, I'm thrilled to have a new outlet for my New York crush. Check it out.

Jessie

Food

I'm starting to notice a pattern in our posts. I talk about food a lot.

We don't eat a lot while we're still working cause both of us get food coma sugar crash 45 minutes later and have to be mightily persuaded to go running after a shot. So it's a light lunch and coffees at four.

But dinner is another story: I love sitting down to dinner with James at the end of the day, to talk about all the people we met, and what we're going to shoot the next day, and all the crazy things that happened on location or on the road. Like that time the poor woman's suitcase started vibrating at baggage check--that really happened--or the time that rental car agent in Pula locked up his office and came with us to have a beer while we signed contracts and talked about global warming and the disappearance of the bees.

It's relaxing and makes sense, since there are two of us and we need to take some time out to confirm what we got, and what we don't got for the story at hand.

And then after dinner James takes me out looking for night shots. Romantic, right?

So I've got this rolling roladex in my head: where to eat in.... I get most of this information from magazines we shoot for, their shootlists, and I search the websites of budget travel (great printouts!) , travel + leisure, the new york times before we go, and I check chowhound on my phone if I'm really stuck on where to eat in say, Tulsa. I also keep a journal, so I know where to go next time, or if I happen to be in court (don't ask) and the guy sitting next to me waiting for his turn at the bench once lived in Budapest, and he's got tips for me. So ask me if you need a recommendation, or have one for me. I want to eat local everywhere we go, not because it's better for the planet (since, let's be honest, after the 12 flights we took last month, there's an an endangered ice shelf with our name on it) but because if you don't eat the food, you're not really there.

PS: here's what to eat if you find yourself in Istria --
Bottle of Malvazija
Grilled Squid to start
Bronzini, traditionally served with swiss chard and potatoes
Pasta with truffles
local sheep cheese plate

Domino Loves Chicago (and so do we)

Tearsheets time: we've followed Domino's columnists to Chicago to check out the shopping and wine scenes. In last month's issue, we fought ice, snow and thieves (that subtitle: "Rita Konig suggests a GPS" is a little inside joke: hers was stolen from our car while we were shooting one of these locations. Avis rental car theft insurance does not pay for a stolen GPS, btw.) For this month's issue: we went back to Chicago a month later, and had another one of those lovely sandwiches at Lovely, and another cannoli at Pasticceria Natalina in Andersonville, oh, and shot a story on wine with Cynthia Kling. One page two: the photogenic staff of Domino!





One of the best perks of this gig was that we got got to sit in on Don Sritong 60-minute wine class too: "The best wine for you is the wine you like best!" I wish that were true (I have expensive tastes), but I learned to grow beyond my old method: to buy wines from places you've been only works so well. Case in point: Croatian Malvazija is absolutely delicious. But, they sell only one bottle at Astor Place Wines. So you are a little limited on choice there. Guess I have to go back.

Or figure out where the Croatians of New York hide the good stuff.

Pictures of us in Istria

I know what you really want to see: more pictures of us. Well here you go. Please vote in the comments section for your favorite contributors photo, just in case. At the base of the church above Piran, Slovenia:




Here's Jessie in Groznjan, a gorgeous artist and musicians village in the mountains. When the town was deserted in the 70s, the government gave it to the artists to use, for free. Now, a tourist destination. Ah, communism.



This one I took of James just after he came down from the tower of St. Euphemia church in Rovinj. The tower had just well-worn two by fours that wrapped all the way up. Thankfully, our next location was a lovely little restaurant.



Here's James again, at an ice cream parlor on the main square (an oval really) in Piran right after we wrapped the last roll.

Notes on Greece

Speaking of Andy, while we were in Epiros, photographing a 14th Century monastery that perilously overhangs an endless gorge, I sent him a message, because as a backpacker I knew he'd dig the place. I sent him detailed coordinates of the hiking trail so he'd be able to look it up in google earth. No need. He was there with my dad a few years ago. They hiked the Vikos Gorge, stood just where we stood over the precipitous gap in the earth, and never told me about it. My dad was stationed in Albania at the time, so it's not a stretch geographically, but you gotta know that feeling when you look on a corner of the earth with awe, is a feeling too exotic for seconds.

James just made us an at home version of something we drank in Greece nearly continuously: the cafe freddo (which is Italian), but the locals drink a cafe frappe, made with nescafe and espresso, I think, blended like a milkshake with ice. Why don't we have these in New York!? The pitiful ice coffees from our local place just don't have that kick, or the cute straw. If anyone knows where I can get one here, let me know! James made a spinach pie that was good too, but it didn't have those 11 other herbs and greens from Epiros that makes a real pita. Thank goodness all our stores here carry Greek yogurt, or I might have missed my flight home.


In a meeting a few months ago I told a photo editor who asked us where we'd like to go, off the top of my head I said that we'd love to shoot a story on Greek food. The universe conspires... We keep a map of the world in my office, and a few years ago we started to put pins in the places we'd like to see next. We got five pins each. Out of those original ten places, we've already been to half. We moved 5 pins to new locations, and yesterday, we got to move the Greece pin to...Costa Rica. FYI: there's pins still in Buenos Aires, Mont St. Michel, Antigua, the Azores, New Zealand...

We learned a valuable lesson in Greece: another use for Polaroids. When there's a language barrier, we memorize the phrase: May we take your picture? (in greek, phonetically: Moo eh-pee-TREH-peh-teh na sass PA-ro fo-to-ghraf-EE-ah?) Everyone says yes, but it is a concession, a gift these subjects give us that allows us to do our job. We began taking an extra polaroid of the shot and giving it to them, the only thing we have to give as a gift to them in return. Never in my life as has something so simple been met with such joy! Giggles, smiles, profuse handshakes. It's fun to watch them pour over the shot with their friends, put it away carefully to take home. Medium format polaroid is gorgeous as most of you know, and not to brag, but the people we photograph seem pretty excited about how good they look. The beauty and generosity of these strangers who let us take their picture! It was a powerful daily reminder of the sheer power of the medium we have chosen to communicate through.

Istria, Bonn, Epiros

We're off on a summer shoot adventure: first to Croatia to photograph the Istrian penisula, then a weekend with James's brother Michael and his wife Rebecca in Bonn, Germany, and then an adventure in northern Greece (where Byron once lost a pair of slippers).

I'll be posting updates on our our adventures here. I feel I know what to expect, since we've been to Albania, right next to Greece, and on the same coast as Istria.

I should know better than to try to visualize a shoot before it is in front of me. Everywhere has its surprises.

Here's our dates:

In bookstores now!

Remember that lifestyle book we styled and photographed with Robyn Moreno last year? Practically Posh is now available from Harper Collins. We're going to miss the release party, but can't wait to see the final product. Browse the book:



Robyn writes that her style guide is for "daring dames who refuse to be slowed down by life's practicalities," who "let ingenuity and attitude be your currency." Is this you? Get a copy on Amazon.

And yes, on the first of our 9 shoot days together, we did get her naked. :)

Art Networks update

This is a current map of our ART NETWORK. I've talked about the project here as we went along with this work in progress. We've designed a central location to access pictures of each of the subjects and their connections to one another. At the site, click on each image to access a few selects from these shoots.

We begin by photographing an artist in their studio preparing for a show. At the end of each session we ask our subjects: Who should we photograph next? In other words, who inspires you, collaborates with you, and influences your work? In this way we hope to document a network of art practice and admiration, and to document the creative flow that keeps us all going.

Shaun El C Leonardo is performing his latest piece "Bull in the Ring" at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, in October as part of the show Hard Targets-Masculinity and American Sports. For more information, or to RSVP for the private performance on the 8th, get in touch with him through his website.

Shaun recommended earlier this spring that we should go to Athens to photograph an artist in residence there. At that time we had no plans to go there, but James turned to me and said, "Well, it looks like we've got to go to Greece." And here we are a few months later, packing for a trip with a few extra days in Athens! I sure hope this new artist's schedule accommodates two strangers pointing lights in his face two weekends from now.

Makes you think those "positive thinking" folks might be on to something, right?