Grant Lemons

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Photo booth

I’m interested in how applications that once seemed necessary, an integral part of our computing habits, fall off the grid so quickly. 

For instance, photo booth.

I did some spring cleaning over the break, computer wise of course, and stumbled upon the app, along with some photos:

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[Oh, high school. Apparently I had an affinity for sepia filters at this time, too (along with that gold spray painted, homemade glidecam).] 

Quick question: when was the last time you hung out with a group of friends, loved ones, family, etc. and embarked on an epic photo booth session? 

It seems that those times have passed for the most part, with Snapchat and Instagram taking photo booth’s place. Mobile wins again, as connectivity with people outside the room continues to displace the time we share with those beside us.

For anyone who reads this on an apple computer, take a moment to go through your old photo booth album. I think you’ll be surprised at what you find.

Jordan Street

Growing up I lived in the same town, on the same block, in the same house. I patiently awaited my time to leave, splitting time between filming and playing ball in my front yard with my best buds.

Today I stepped outside to shoot hoops. The stiff net cradled the basketball in mid-air after each shot, a constant reminder of my dwindling visits over the past year.

The older I get, the more I appreciate my upbringing. It was calm, stable. With my brother on the West coast, and my sister to the East, it’s only fitting that I too will land somewhere far from Salem.

But for now, it’s good to be home.

[Written while watching 60 Minutes with my dad]

“ We live in a world that is scarcely human-in fear and anguish. Humankind drinks whiskey to arouse itself, then takes tranquilizers to calm down. ”
Roberto Rossellini

Here’s a little behind the scenes look at one of our many drives to Deadwood. Matt and I had the pleasure to work alongside Maximilian Länge, a German foreign exchange student here at the U of O. Not only is he invaluable to our team, but he is a hell of a fun time to be around. He leaves America in a couple weeks and plans to go into sportswriting back in Germany. When he’s not out making kick ass multimedia pieces, you can find him at Matthew Knight arena watching basketball, or somewhere around campus saying his favorite word in english: absolutely.

Story Details: John Motherfucker
For the past few weeks, a couple team members and I have drove to Deadwood, Oregon to spend time with a man who lives and farms in the middle of a forest. His name is Johnny Sundstrom, and back in the ’60s he was better known as John Motherfucker (at least in the Lower East Side of New York). We are producing a film about how he got here, his connection to his land, and overall, his meaningful relationship with the forest. He believes the Oregon rain forests changed his life, and we are attempting to capture that feeling. Here are a few photos of our journey, as well as some details of Johnny’s life (thank you Matt Leslie for taking these beautiful photos).
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Story Details: John Motherfucker
For the past few weeks, a couple team members and I have drove to Deadwood, Oregon to spend time with a man who lives and farms in the middle of a forest. His name is Johnny Sundstrom, and back in the ’60s he was better known as John Motherfucker (at least in the Lower East Side of New York). We are producing a film about how he got here, his connection to his land, and overall, his meaningful relationship with the forest. He believes the Oregon rain forests changed his life, and we are attempting to capture that feeling. Here are a few photos of our journey, as well as some details of Johnny’s life (thank you Matt Leslie for taking these beautiful photos).
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Story Details: John Motherfucker
For the past few weeks, a couple team members and I have drove to Deadwood, Oregon to spend time with a man who lives and farms in the middle of a forest. His name is Johnny Sundstrom, and back in the ’60s he was better known as John Motherfucker (at least in the Lower East Side of New York). We are producing a film about how he got here, his connection to his land, and overall, his meaningful relationship with the forest. He believes the Oregon rain forests changed his life, and we are attempting to capture that feeling. Here are a few photos of our journey, as well as some details of Johnny’s life (thank you Matt Leslie for taking these beautiful photos).
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Story Details: John Motherfucker
For the past few weeks, a couple team members and I have drove to Deadwood, Oregon to spend time with a man who lives and farms in the middle of a forest. His name is Johnny Sundstrom, and back in the ’60s he was better known as John Motherfucker (at least in the Lower East Side of New York). We are producing a film about how he got here, his connection to his land, and overall, his meaningful relationship with the forest. He believes the Oregon rain forests changed his life, and we are attempting to capture that feeling. Here are a few photos of our journey, as well as some details of Johnny’s life (thank you Matt Leslie for taking these beautiful photos).
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Info

Story Details: John Motherfucker

For the past few weeks, a couple team members and I have drove to Deadwood, Oregon to spend time with a man who lives and farms in the middle of a forest. His name is Johnny Sundstrom, and back in the ’60s he was better known as John Motherfucker (at least in the Lower East Side of New York). We are producing a film about how he got here, his connection to his land, and overall, his meaningful relationship with the forest. He believes the Oregon rain forests changed his life, and we are attempting to capture that feeling. Here are a few photos of our journey, as well as some details of Johnny’s life (thank you Matt Leslie for taking these beautiful photos).

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