An indy vampire drama in San Francisco

   

On the darker side of things, I shot this indy vampire drama–Sacred Blood–in San Francisco for director Christopher Coppola. Some 2nd unit work shot by Andrew Gianetta in the country of Georgia in Russia illustrates the back story at around minute 12.  

A lot of the film plays out amongst night exteriors. We had a very small crew with extremely limited resources and needed to work fast. So I was only able to have one battery operated light source.

We were able to augment our one light with donated AC powered units for some of the bigger interiors. But our crew size was still small so we could only handle so much.

A lot of work was done during prep and production to achieve a consistent look despite these restrictions. We shot on the Blackmagic Cinema camera and a Blackmagic pocket camera. Time for prep was also limited. So, we focused our efforts on how to best expose for the night exteriors without any augmented lighting. Secondly, we worked out how to match the two sensors and two lens systems between the two cameras. We pushed the sensors as far as made sense for the story. Thankfully, a certain amount of grain was helpful in evoking a dark and seedy indy vampire drama theme. And pushing the cameras at high iso’s became our modus operandi. We could have dialed it down for the interiors but I opted to expose them the same in order to retain the same texture (grain). Similarly–for the day scenes–I used ND and the f-stop to rate the cameras as high as I could within our parameters.

A lot of this detailed work was significantly compromised because I wasn’t given the opportunity to supervise the final colorgrade. However, I was able to make adjustments to the selected shots in this montage where I hope you can see the original intent.

Pondering my photographic roots in San Francisco’s Mission District

Photograph of San Francisco's Mission DistrictMy career as an image maker began in San Francisco. I grew up in Fremont–a fast trip across the bay from the windy city. But for the last twenty years, I’ve been living in different places. And on a recent visit to San Francisco’s Mission District, I couldn’t help but ponder my roots.  

Early in life I explored curiosities and expressed myself through drawing and poetry. My dad was the one into photography–a hobby that stemmed from his father and grandfather. During family vacations and trips to the Reno Air Races, I worked as his camera assistant–toting around his camera bag and handing him lenses. But for me this was not a hobby, it was a chore.

Every day in high school I would walk by a mysterious room without windows. The only way inside was through a black revolving door with a sticker on it that read “The Twilight Zone.” It looked like a place where magic happened but only upperclassmen and women were allowed to enter. 

Approaching my junior year in high school I was finally able to choose two electives. I chose an art class for drawing and painting and a photography class–just to see what was through that door.

My dad was excited about the photography class, he took me to a pawn shop and bought me a camera. And when we went to the Reno Air Races that summer we took turns carrying the bag and we both took pictures.

In the fall–when school started back up–I stood outside that revolving door. It felt appropriate to take a minute. A few people rushed by me. As they entered, the revolving door made a long woosh sound followed by a soft cathunk-cathunk. Finally, I entered. And the room was almost pitch black! I could make out some school desks–pushed in toward the middle–as my eyes adjusted to the dim red light. To my left against the wall was a row of enlargers, to my right against the wall were large sinks with trays of chemicals in them and when I turned around, there was the teacher. Today we were going to learn all about this room–the darkroom.

It wasn’t long before I hand processed my first roll of film and something began to light up inside of me. And when I printed my first photograph, that light ignited sparks in my brain. There really was magic in here.

Come senior year I had been out shooting a lot and my instructors began to take notice. One day I carried in a large drawing I had been working on in art class and they took notice again. One of them–Jim Payette–took me aside and started encouraging me to apply for art colleges. And the next day he brought me catalogs from different art schools around the country. I still remember the feel and smell of the San Francisco Academy of Art University book. It intrigued me most because the school was close and had a reputable photography program.

I spent my first week in college lugging chemicals, paper, and other darkroom supplies one mile up-hill from the photo supply store to the photography building at the Academy of Art University in San Francisco. My bag carrying days were far from over!

Fifteen years later–on this pondering stroll through the Mission District–I fully engage in the nostalgia, hang my camera around my neck and capture the street scenes that catch my eye.  

Pop's and York Street in the Mission District in San Francisco

Signage and Street Art in the Mission District of San Francisco

People on the streets in the Mission District of San FranciscoMan in a wheelchair on the mission district streets in San Francisco

The Lucky Pork Store Signage in the Mission District of San Francisco

Cheap Ass Drinks in the Mission District of San FranciscoManson for Mayor poster in the Mission District of San FranciscoDSC_71941000 Shotwell street sign in the Mission District of San Francisco