Friday, February 26, 2021

King of the Mountain: Chris Bell by Richard Rothstein


'He pretended he was a mountain-climber. He climbed up a great big tall heaping mountain of snow.'


'I am king of the mountain!'
Peter


'Kids and families love Ezra Jack Keats’s The Snowy Day so much that they’ve checked it out of the New York Public Library system more than any other book in the NYPL’s 125 years of existence—485,583 times since it was published in 1962. That’s more than The Cat in the Hat, Where the Wild Things Are, Charlotte’s Web, and even Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.'
The Atlantic


The book's popularity speaks to impact on generations of children, and reinforces that I'm not the only wack job excited, even as an adult, about a snowy day.  In addition to celebrating the book, I also love being able to celebrated this shoot.  I love and follow all of Richard Rothstein's work, and have been drawn to many of the models, shoots and themes that he's captured.  This snow shoot with Chris Bell remains a favorite. 


It's beauty encompasses so much of what I love about Richard's work.  His passion for his city, his blend of model and location, his expertise at captured men and movement.   Chris' snow dance matches Richard's passion perfectly.  It also has you feeling the quietness of snow, the the cool wind in the air, and coolness of the frozen snow on his bare skin.  Has me, for a moment anyway, wanting to run outside and dive into the snow.


'Snow has always been joyful for me. Surely that sense of joy comes from my childhood. Snow days. Sledding. Wrestling and playing tag with my childhood best friend, Brandy, my boxer.' 

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When Richard has an idea of how he wants the shoot to go and then allows me to be free as I explore the concept.The ambient temperature that day was not warm but once we started working, the body heats up quickly. The only problem was the snow that was still freezing... which explains the doc martins. I tried going barefoot but my feet soon told me that was not going to work lol, Holding it in my hands and throwing it around was a chilling experience.'

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