“I like action shots. I don’t use a flash. A little blur is O.K., as long as the flavor and mood of the light is there. I don’t ask for poses, in fact I actively discourage them. I still remember when my daughter, at the age of three or four, first displayed her fake camera smile. It was awful.” – Thomas Beller, Saying Goodbye to Now
Thomas Beller, in a far more articulate manner than I could ever have accomplished, expressed exactly how I feel about photography. I do it to capture the “memory” and the “feel” of fleeting moments. At the last Detroit Soup, the overwhelming feeling of the night seemed to scream…hipster. A note about myself, I tend to have a love hate relationship with the hipster descriptor, but for the sake of presenting a holistic understanding of Detroit, I am proceeding with this post.
Some people have called Detroit the new Williamsburg, a denotation that becomes increasingly apt with the rising population of a demographic I can only describe as…aggressively hipster. At this particular Soup, the title was emphatically reinforced. Bold colors. A rustic but urban setting. An interpretive dramatic presentation on…parsley. And the little bit of blur on all of my shots (which I am in fact, generally O.K. with for the sake of flavor or mood), only seemed to enhance the effect. But in all of its hipster glory, Detroit Soup was still Detroit Soup. A great cause got some much needed funding. People with a heart for the city came together over a great meal. And Soup celebrated a new permanent home at the Jam Handy, a home that thankfully includes heating.