Dmitri Kasterine: No hand to spare

Sunday, July 26, 2009

No hand to spare

The little girl was quite content clutching her father's pocket - a little high up, but you can still get a good grip. The man had lived in the same projects in Bushwick, Brooklyn, NY all his life and was happy that it was becoming safer and more prosperous every year.

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HeatherAugust 6, 2009 at 4:02 PM
The little girl in her yellow dress really lightens up the whole composition...she's like a little ray of sunshine!
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cKasterineAugust 12, 2009 at 6:08 AM
I think that is how her dad saw her. He was only 32, but seemed older in a way. She was very curious about the photos and asked a lot of questions about the card I handed her (Dad's hands were full). They were having a animated discussion about photography when we left them.

"Why does he take pictures?" "Because he likes to"

It was a nice contrast to the usual Dads pushing strollers to Starbucks scene.
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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

Sunday, July 26, 2009

No hand to spare

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