LACP Ibarionex Parello Street Photography Workshop November 16-17 2019

Sleeping soundly, I’m sure, awake to the sound of knocking at the door. “Police, open the door.” More knocking, not banging, but something more urgent than a polite knock. Stumbling about the unfamiliar room, I ask aloud who is it. The response “police open the door” and more knocking. Making it to the door, only 10 feet from the bed but a seeming marathon away, I stand to the side of the door. And ask, “who’s there?” The response, neutral in tone, the same “police open the door.” Trying to peer through the peep hole in the door I can’t see a thing and I tell them, “I can’t see you through the peep hole.” “They ask, why don’t you open the door? ” “I’m scared that’s why.”

My mind still not working well after being roused from a deep sleep after a long day and evening of street photography, I’m grasping for rationale. Cops outside my door make no sense, I didn’t call them. I think it’s a scam, a robbery, fake cops crashing into rooms in the night. What would my wife, Ruth do? She wouldn’t open the door either, certain of that. I tell them to hold on, my brain slowly coming online.

Stumbling around the room in the dark, I find the phone, dial 0. Front desk answers. I ask. They say, yes, there are cops in the building; someone called them. I stumble around looking for clothes to put on. All the time the cops knock and request that I open the door. Finally, I approach the door, and realize the reason I couldn’t see through the peep hole was the little privacy flap had it covered. I look. Two people in cop outfits a man and woman stand on each side of the door.

Reluctantly I open the door. I’ve seen the LAPD in action. Not opening the door isn’t a choice no matter how rational. The corner room an easy target for SWAT snipers and a the roof a short rapel from above. LAPD not know for working up through the spectrum of force slowly. No choice.

Door open, the cops explain that a woman was reported screaming nearby. Did I hear it? Dead asleep, no. Satisfied, door closed, back in bad. I hear the knocking going down the hall. Same muffled questions. No shots much to my surprise, no ghetto bird orbiting. Just another night in Hollywood.

Day One

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The day had been eventful. 10am to 6pm with Ibarionex Parellelo and 11 other photographers at the LACP (Los Angeles Center of Photography). Beginning with Ibarionex’s mantra: light & shadow, line & form, color, and gesture he leads through a presentation. Good content along with dicsussion of specific photographs interspersed with question, answer and coffee. Cut loose, but not set free, we leave to photograph on the street, two blocks to Stella Barra Pizzaria. The second assignment lunch, the first, spend 15 minutes photographing around the corner of Sunset & Ivar. The point; plenty of subject matter there and close to lunch.

Lunch, getting to know the other photographers, a spectrum of people but skewed towards the photographer typical. Me too. Guy’s save two. Patricia, the assistant here; in MFA program at Northridge studying photography from cinemetography. Ray another Leica man, Eric with the Airstream in summer. Talking through the assignment upcoming, pay, leave, head up Ivar.

Ibarionex talking through the image potential, the elements, the peices that can be assembled into whole. Paired up, set free for 30 minutes. Head to Hollywood Blvd., applying the talk, trying, exploring. Green wall, grey wall, shoe hanging, shadow approaching. Need a pair walking to balance against white space and complete the triangle. Hoping for a gesture. Withheld, but imaged anyway, a learning experience, another entry in the visual encyclopedia.

Meet again and re-assigned, similiar but different. Partner loosely attached, 15 meters away working Hollywood Blvd. The Scientology greeter, happy, attractive young woman. Curious, but not worried. She keeps moving into the right side of frame, the white shirt completely over powering shadow on the column. I shoot anyway, the encyclopedia grows again.

Walking down Hollywood Blvd, another block working deep shadows on the north side of the street. Tourist traffic creates chance after chance, shooting, shooting, shooting, thank god for digital. Down Cosmo St., a guitarist emerges from a building, great character. Ibarionex, asks for a portrait and walks through three locations, each better than the last shooting his portrait. I begin to understand process.

Back to the LACP. A quick culling then review and discussion of the best three from each for the day. Ibarionex talked us through the review and maintained a positive but clear point of view about the exceptional and unexceptional aspects of each image. Thorough and direct. About two hours for the entire participant critique. The critique solidified the mantra of six elements; light & shadow, line & form, color, and gesture.

Saturday Evening

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Two blocks up the hill, my hotel for the night Mama Shelter. Trendy place quite clearly, rooftop club, crowded lobby. Clean plain room on the fourth floor. Unpack, not much, put the expensive stuff that isn’t going out in the room safe and head out to move the car to overnight parking.

Walking with the Leica and 35 Summilux up Cahuenga to Hollywood then towards Gromans Chinese Theatre. Saturday night, crowds of tourists and locals everyone seeing and being the sights. Workshop lessons still fresh, trying to apply them in chaos. Using store fronts as frames compositions tricky; lots of visual clutter. Hard to find the clean lines. Shadows faint, hardly visible under the homogenous street lights. Tricky lighting, the camera AWB function may sort it out.

Pig and Whistle for dinner and a drink. Feeling better then, a little cranky before no wonder the mantra eluded me. Fresh eyes back on the street, cross and turn back east on Groman’s side. The crowds of tourist and performance not too interesting to me, walking to get a little room. Finding a doorway with distinct design columns and Indian cashier. I work the scene for awhile but the visual clutter is hard to sort out.

A white wall down the street with steady but not crushing foot traffic lends itself to my study. Shooting, working the scene observing starts to feel like it’s making sense. A worker from the white wall building comes out, shadow down the white wall, calls to another. They both return to work, by the white wall. I feel like the white wall is complete. Either captured or not, I’m finished there. Around the corner more white wall and traffic. Good patterns but I feel the scene exhausted and soon move on.

Walk of stars shadow play, starts coming together auto headlight beams provide the form on the sidewalk. Quick turn down Wilcox and back to the hotel for my bisected sleep.


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Earlier meeting 9 am LACP. Ibarionex talks us through the day’s assignment. Work the Hollywood Farmer’s Market applying yesterday’s mantra. Partnered up with Jamie the movie poster photographer, our assignment; 45 minutes of shooting the market, 15 minutes of shooting without looking through the viewfinder. Then portraits in selected locations, three each.

The assignment, six principles, was beginning to take effect and I shot scenes that felt right accordingly. The portrait shoot felt less successful, but a stretch in good directions. Three subjects down, I would have picked a different location now knowing.

Grab a lunch and head back to LACP for culling and critique. After about five hours shooting, lunch, culling, and selections we started the critique at about two. Five images; one shot blind, three shot according to principle, and one portrait. Discussion and review, this time facilitated by Ibarionex but explored by the participants. Lively and helpful. Talking through images in detail; discussion of why elements work and don’t. How well each image meets the six principles, how and why over and over. 6 PM, last image reviewed, I felt energized and happy to have been there.


LACP Los Angeles Center of Photography

Ibarionex Perello

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