Wednesday

Miami Sewing Machines

by Orange County Photographer, Mark Jordan Photography
South Beach - Miami


Closing my Orange County photography studio (Mark Jordan Photography) to go galavanting across the country is not always easy, especially on a whimsy. But when a good bud offers to pickup the tab for a jaunt out to Miami for a few nights stay at the Versace Mansion (properly titled "The Villa"), who am I to argue? Goodbye California, wife and family, and hello South Beach!
Miami Sewing Machines - ©Mark Jordan Photography 
As it tuns out, the same chap who owns "The Villa," Barton G., also runs a posh restaurant just around the corner, and of the same name, Barton G. This dining phenomenon is yet for another post, but suffice it to say, it's more than worth the flight and expense to experience again, and again. In fact I did. This is where my story begins.
The Villa Barton G: Our Balcony - The Villa Entrance at Night - One of our Rooms with 12' Wide Bed 
After thoroughly gorging myself at a scrumptious dinner extravaganza at "Barton G's The Restaurant" in Miami, rather than accepting a ride back to my hotel (this visit at the Canyon Ranch Hotel and Spa) I decided to walk off a few calories by rambling the streets of South Beach. Also having my trusty Canon 5D in hand gave me all the rationale I needed to walk a few miles when I could have just has easily been driven.
Mark Jordan - View from from room balcony at the Canyon Ranch Hotel & Spa 

Being a Friday night, things were hopping in Miami. Either you like this sort of frenetic activity or you don't. My temperament leans somewhat to the latter, although there is something intoxicating about the energy and youthful lust for life - it percolates my blood. Not to mention the exotic cars, enticing aromas, reverberating sonance and provocative ensembles, if not the trappings of great wealth. Okay, so I was enjoying myself more than I thought.

Regardless, I felt very much the voyeur - a man out-of-place, brandishing an equally out-of-place appendage: a large professional camera. Each time I lifted my cannon [sic], faces would either grimace and scatter, or sparkle and shine. Nonetheless, it was not the people upon which my intent was focused, nor my camera. My fascination was the environs that seduced them - like moths to a flame it brought them by the thousands. The Miami turf, more than anything, captured my attention.

Well then, for all my talk, you'd think I'd post a few fairly outrageous images. RIght? Instead, I document my Miami stroll with a sole image of a window strewn with sewing machines. Well yes, that's me. This was my favorite image and one that seems to encapsulate best what my emotions were transmitting.

Raw Digital Image 
For all the excitement and stimulation, for all the glitz and glamour, and for all the anticipation and fertile hopes, there was an almost suffocating atmosphere of loneliness. It was these sewing machines I spotted in the All Saints window that spoke to me the loudest - each one suggesting the nature of the lives that scurried about. So many with latent design and purposeful intent, but idly active, on display, shelved and disconnected.

It also did not get lost on me that the agents of my curiosity were confined within a store boasting the emblem "All Saints." Although it's commonly thought today that "saints" occupy the realms solely defined by Websters as "persons recognized with exception holiness in the Christian Church by canonization," the Book whereupon the narrative of "saint" was first penned was a characteristic attributed to and attainable by every person. The contrast of this distinction was striking.

For me, these abandoned, inert and impotent machines, seemed to piece together my sense of the walking contradictions before me. So may lives that, though intertwined by activity, were nonetheless isolated and barren by the same force they sought to unite them. I guess if I had observed a display of robitronic zombies I could have substituted their image instead. But in lieu of such a discovery, these Miami Sewing Machines, I believe, will do just fine.


Mark
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4 comments:

  1. I just have to wonder about the creative process that sees something so mundane while seeing the potential to be something different. How? What's are the steps that goes through your mind?

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  2. Hi Jen, sorry it's taken so long to respond. No excuse other than I am so throughly engrossed I forget to check for comments. As to the steps in my mind, for me it's more a matter of what first transpires in the my heart. I try to keep in touch with the fluctuations of my emotions - when something "spikes," like a diving rod, I know I've reacted to something of interest. An emotional response, however, as in life, is just the beginning, and is a signal that the brain needs to be engaged. The trick for me, however, is to begin the discernment process while keeping alive the childlike response of being thrilled by something that just tickled my senses. It takes practice to reign in the "judging" dictator whose voice, if not checked, can easily drown out the flash of joy: "What? A bunch of old sewing machines? Are you kidding me? Nothing to look at here - move along!" If I listen to this traffic cop, I'd miss most on what sparked my interest. Instead, I take it as a sign that there's a gem hiding in the rough, if only I trust my intuition and just begin. It's like writing. A writer will tell you that they begin with a nugget of an idea and then follow the path to where it leads. It's never where they thought they would end up. Such as with the creative process of creating photographic images. Even after taking a few exposures of Miami Sewing Machines, I still hadn't the foggiest notion what I would be doing with it. It's only after I again engaged my brain, where I store knowledge of the elements and principles of design, and decipher what my emotions are saying in relation to what element/principle best corresponds. Slowly a vision begins to unfold, where upon I "practice" several versions on a theme until something magical reveals itself. Sorry I've rambled, but this is it in a very small nutshell. Mark

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  3. My first thoughts when viewing this image were of how golden it looked, as if the vault doors of Fort Knox had been opened. As I focused-in, I realized they were simply old sewing machines. It's amazing how these old rusted devices were made to look so glorious.

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  4. Thanks Bryan - it's even more so at 40" - the small size here does little to reflect the detail and contrast between machines and the background.

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