Dmitri Kasterine: Cowboy

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Cowboy

The date, 1996, one of the first photographs I took in Newburgh. He is also a photographer, doing weddings and events. I saw him again a couple of years ago in the same hat.

Please see details of plans for an outdoor exhibition of my Newburgh pictures on Kickstarter.

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jMarch 19, 2012 at 8:41 PM
Your portraits are lovely - very striking. I grew up in Newburgh in the 60s and 70s and I have many friends and family who still live there. I know that your photos of the derelict houses and streets are accurate portrayals of parts of Newburgh. Dishearteningly, the city's long period of decline is far from over. But the photos you've posted on this site show only a sliver of Newburgh as it is today. There are many working class neighborhoods that atheir from the state of decay of the houses in your photos. there are also some rays of hope in contemporary Newburgh - the world class motorcycle museum on Lake Street, the Brewery that is being built, community theater, the restaurants and shops along the river. Additionally, besides the remnants of old Newburghs multiethnic past, the city has a vibrant Hispanic community which is nowhere to be seen n these photos.
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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

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Cowboy

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