Dmitri Kasterine: A young Jack Nicholson

Monday, March 2, 2009

A young Jack Nicholson

As we left the Roebling Tea Room in Williamsburg yesterday Caroline kicked me in the shins and hissed, "Take him," pointing to the man making coffee and tea, "A young Jack Nicholson."

She denies kicking me in the shins, but will do so in the future. At Dia, two weeks ago, I lost my nerve when we saw a woman with a helmet of gray hair and a military style raincoat with a belt broad enough to carry a sword. I let her slip away without asking if I could photograph her.

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AnonymousMarch 2, 2009 at 1:13 PM
Great face, great shirt.
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Lisa LightMarch 2, 2009 at 1:18 PM
Good eye Caroline! Well worth the bump on Dmitri's shin..(Sorry Dmitri)
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cKasterineMarch 3, 2009 at 11:11 AM
The way everything intersects to hit his eyes. Under pressure but still expertly taken.
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Dmitri KasterineMarch 3, 2009 at 3:16 PM
Yes indeed, the shirt is great, Jillian. As my way of photography does not allow carrying around a suitcase of props and clothes, or to ask if I might borrow a passer-by's hat which might suit my subject, I rely mostly on these lucky moments when somebody is just right as they come.
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From the photographer

I started this blog in December 2008. At the time I did not know if I would enjoy it or not, and whether I would get any response to it. I am enjoying it and people have responded. I made a silent pledge at the outset not to say much about my artistic intentions or the composition of the photograph. I would just talk about what led up to taking the picture and what it was like doing it.

The discipline is actually not a strain for me, because I do not desire, and really have never been capable of discussing my intentions, artistic or otherwise. My wanting to take a photograph appears as fast as a bolt and without warning when I spot the subject. I then take it or not, depending on how brave, awake, or fumbling I am with the camera. I enjoy exploring, looking for things that stop me, or frighten me. To fear to take a picture usually means you want to take it.

dmitri@kasterine.com

Biography

Born in England in 1932, I started out as a properly brought up young gentleman with an English mother and White Russian father. He fought wars all his adult life and died in a car accident in the North of England at the age of forty-seven.

Photography came to me at aged eleven, photographing birds at the bird feeder my mother put up outside the kitchen window. After the acute disappointment of the birds being minute specs in the picture, I did cows in the fields around us in Kent.

After the wine trade, Lloyd’s, racing cars, selling cars and flying aeroplanes to Australia, I became a photographer. I photographed my friend’s engagements and their weddings. I worked for magazines and advertising agencies.

I was sent to Los Angeles to photograph Mick Jagger, returned to England via New York where I met Salvador Dali in the elevator at the St. Regis Hotel. Thence started my interest in living here. Three or four years later I moved to America, remarried and lived happily ever after.

Dmitri Kasterine

Monday, March 2, 2009

A young Jack Nicholson

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