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Friday, January 29, 2016

Modeling 101



 Words + Photos by Angela Cappetta





Not all pro models have their faces in ads. Fit models are every bit as busy as print models - but in a different way; they serve as the body standard for designers to establish the cut of a size.

Claire Cannon, of True Model Management in New York City, is one such model. Claire is every bit as model beautiful as her print colleagues, but with one major difference, Claire actually dislikes photo shoots. Enter me. Claire and I worked together on a concept that provided her with much needed pictures for a lifestyle portfolio she's compiling so she can transition from fit to print jobs.From the looks of it, she won't have any problem.

From Claire:  "I was really thankful Angela selected the inspiration board because that helped me think of the images we wanted to create, but I am not a good actress - something I'm working on.  I looked at the inspiration photo, and I wanted to be that girl and I knew that I needed to feel like that girl.  Angela created an atmosphere that helped me feel like the happy, 'comfort-of-your-own-bed' [model], I wanted to be in that moment."




Friday, January 8, 2016

City Cello Roundup


Words + Pictures by  Angela Cappetta

 

The cello is one of the most inconveniently beautiful instruments in the orchestra. 

These pictures seek out the humanistic aspects of the cello. It is the only instrument which matches the range of the human voice. It sits between the legs and body as the player strokes it, prods it, hits it, not unlike a friend or dance partner. The cello takes the notion of musicianship to a level of physicality few instruments do.

Furthermore, being a pro cellist means “hauling your ax” everywhere. One cellist I met purchased a full fare, first class ticket, for her cello to sit with her on the plane, only to have it ejected into the cargo hold. All over the city, cellists strap to their backs and haul the hollow, fragile beasts to auditions, gigs, practices. Rostropovich said the relationship with a cello is ridiculously intimate because of the suffering it causes. He said in his best English: “Our life not so easy. Cello is heavy instrument, and our travels especially in aircraft give to us many, many difficulties. That's why we suffer more than violin player or flute player. But because we suffer, is beautiful”.

Then when the player is alone with it, pure magic is made. A sonic campfire arises, sound comes forth and whispers of math, tone and craftsmanship intertwine. Bliss and frustration ensue; nirvana achieved.

 

















Thursday, December 24, 2015

Tiny Tree Time



Words + Pictures by Angela Cappetta




There's no time quite like Saturnalia. Especially in New York, where square footage challenged apartment dwellers, load trees by the thousands into their homes. Is it for the sake of tradition or is it for pine scents wafting throughout the air? We may never know. A happy and healthy Saturnalia to all. Here's to being the best possible people we can be.










Friday, November 27, 2015

A "Super" Proposal


Words + Pictures by Angela Cappetta




Peter, the Superintendent of a residential building in NYC, and his partner Catherine, have been a team for 3 years. Peter decided he would propose at sunrise on Thanksgiving Eve 2015. Naturally, he got the whole building involved - that's just the kind of guy he is.  He solicited the help of building resident Mark Panzarino, a renowned chalk artist, to draw a line of diamonds leading up to the proposal spot in front of the apartment building; he got the ring through a staff member's family in the diamond business; and little old me, the resident photog - he asked me to shoot it. It was a family affair.


Peter waited on the giant chalk engagement ring on the sidewalk,  nervously tapping his foot as he grinned.  The guys at the front desk alerted Peter by radio when Cathy was about to hit the street. She was harried, late for work, and rushed down the diamond line to get to the subway.  Unbeknownst to Cathy, those chalk diamonds were all for her; she was walking smack into the decision of a lifetime.

She happened upon Peter, he bent his knee, and it happened. Cathy gasped, shocked and amazed.  Random passersby applauded, offered congratulations, snapped pictures. The reality of NYC, the beauty of it and all of its energy, swirled around them.  Their public approved.

We went to the roof to take more pictures, capturing their still racing hearts and exhilaration of the moment. After it was over, Peter smiled at Catherine and said: "Let's go down and tell the dog."