LIFE THROUGH A LENS.

Aug 27

Working alongside my friend natural sunlight today. Everything must look like a movie. No exceptions.

Working alongside my friend natural sunlight today. Everything must look like a movie. No exceptions.

Aug 26

Vocal booth ‘studio confessional’. Big brother style. @rodemic NTG1 & videomic pro.

Vocal booth ‘studio confessional’. Big brother style. @rodemic NTG1 & videomic pro.

5 years old and still ruling. I’ve rigged the room with my trusty @rodemic NTG1’s to pick up ‘between jamming’ convos. Super important in anything ‘studio’ related you might be shooting.

5 years old and still ruling. I’ve rigged the room with my trusty @rodemic NTG1’s to pick up ‘between jamming’ convos. Super important in anything ‘studio’ related you might be shooting.

Aug 25

It begins. #thedevilwearsprada

It begins. #thedevilwearsprada

Aug 24

When things aren’t working out at home, just go to another country to remind yourself of what it is you do and what you’ve achieved in previously similar situations. A week in Chicago with The Devil Wears Prada begins.

When things aren’t working out at home, just go to another country to remind yourself of what it is you do and what you’ve achieved in previously similar situations. A week in Chicago with The Devil Wears Prada begins.

Aug 20

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Aug 19

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Aug 15

24 hours shooting with Crime In Stereo. Packing some serious @rodemic run and gun audio solutions. The videomic Go, the smartlav+ and the stereo videomic Pro. All highly recommended for their individual applications.

24 hours shooting with Crime In Stereo. Packing some serious @rodemic run and gun audio solutions. The videomic Go, the smartlav+ and the stereo videomic Pro. All highly recommended for their individual applications.

Aug 12

danagould:

Two years ago, I was performing at The Punchline in San Francisco, and Robin came to the show with our mutual friend, Dan Spencer.
This particular batch of material was the first time I had touched upon my then still-fresh divorce wounds, and big chunks of it were pretty dark. The next day, I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. Whoever it was had obviously been to the show and knew my number, so I figured they would reveal themselves at some point and save me the embarrassment of asking who they were.
The Mystery Texter asked how I was REALLY doing. “You can’t fool me. Some of those ‘jokes’ aren’t ‘jokes.” By now I knew that whoever this was had been through what I was enduring, as no one else would know to ask, “What time of day is the hardest?”
He wanted to know how my kids were handling it, all the while assuring me that the storm, as bleak as it was, would one day pass and that I was not, as I was then convinced, a terrible father for visiting a broken home upon my children.
I am not rewriting this story in retrospect to make it dramatic. I did not know who I was texting with. Finally, my phone blipped, and I saw, in a little green square, “Okay, pal. You got my number. Call me. I’ve been there. You’re going to be okay. - Robin.”
That is what you call a human being.

danagould:

Two years ago, I was performing at The Punchline in San Francisco, and Robin came to the show with our mutual friend, Dan Spencer.

This particular batch of material was the first time I had touched upon my then still-fresh divorce wounds, and big chunks of it were pretty dark. The next day, I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. Whoever it was had obviously been to the show and knew my number, so I figured they would reveal themselves at some point and save me the embarrassment of asking who they were.

The Mystery Texter asked how I was REALLY doing. “You can’t fool me. Some of those ‘jokes’ aren’t ‘jokes.” By now I knew that whoever this was had been through what I was enduring, as no one else would know to ask, “What time of day is the hardest?”

He wanted to know how my kids were handling it, all the while assuring me that the storm, as bleak as it was, would one day pass and that I was not, as I was then convinced, a terrible father for visiting a broken home upon my children.

I am not rewriting this story in retrospect to make it dramatic. I did not know who I was texting with. Finally, my phone blipped, and I saw, in a little green square, “Okay, pal. You got my number. Call me. I’ve been there. You’re going to be okay. - Robin.”

That is what you call a human being.

(via grindlebone)