Spent some time with ESPO at his shop in BK for The Wall Street Journal.
· 09.17.12 ·
· 09.06.12 ·
Excited to be a part of ICP’s STRIKE ANYWHERE alumni exhibition
opening this Friday, September 7th where one of my collage books will be on display.
Come check it out…
Opening Reception | September 7th @ 6PM
September 8 – November 25
ICP Rita K. Hillman Education Gallery
1114 Avenue of the Americas
· 07.24.12 ·
· 07.23.12 ·
White clouds shoot out in all directions, in a dust storm of flame, a gritty, swirling Sahara,
burning from gray-white to an incandescent platinum so raw it makes your eyes squint,
to a radiant gold so narcotic you forget how to blink. Close your eyes, and you hear the
deafening rat-a-tat-tat of firecrackers… feel them arcing against your chest.” ~ D. Ackerman
· 06.28.12 ·
“The great affair, the love affair with life, is to live as variously as possible, to groom one’s curiosity like a high-spirited thoroughbred, climb aboard, and gallop over the thick, sun-struck hills every day. Where there is no risk, the emotional terrain is flat and unyielding, and, despite all its dimensions, valleys, pinnacles, and detours, life will seem to have none of its magnificent geography, only a length. It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.”- D. Ackerman
· 06.05.12 ·
· 03.03.12 ·
Over the last three weeks I have had the incredible opportunity to live with, document and train (a bit) with the Vitória de Santo Antão women’s futebol team in the Northeast of Brasil. Overall an amazing experience, full of crazy moments with new and old friends. Muito obrigada to my Brasilian roommates Zizi and Thais for letting me crash in their pad and helping me understand via miming what was lost in translation along the way. Headed to Sao Paulo state tomorrow to meet up with Caitlin to photograph a few more teams, meet with a bunch of important people and perhaps enjoy a bit of the nightlife. Bjs Vitória!
· 03.02.12 ·
Very proud to announce that the GUERREIRASPROJECT has been nominated for WomenDeliver 50!
Voting for the final 50 is taking place on Women Deliver’s Facebook page with results being released
on March 8th, in conjuction with International Women’s Day. With all the exciting movement going
on I’m looking forward to sharing some of my new work from the project in the coming weeks.
· 02.09.12 ·
Drawing is the honesty of the art.
There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad. ~S. Dali
· 02.07.12 ·
First meeting in the kitchen with Caitlin spent mapping out our next seven weeks in Brasil. Breakfast/lunch included a few bananas, one mango, slivers of cheese and concord grapes – our eclectic diet returns without hesitation. Strange to think its been over a year since I was in this country, seems like we never left. The plan: Rio to Recife to SP to Sao Jose to Santos to Sao Jose to SP to Recife and then back to New York at the end of March. Already excited to get my travel on and see what adventures lie ahead.
· 02.07.12 ·
The memory of that scene for me is like a frame of film forever frozen at that moment. – R. Nixon
I’ve been hunting through frames of old 8mm film that I recently found in my grandfather’s office. Memories that were never mine, only theirs – movies representing a history of a family I’ve never known in this way. It’s so wonderfully strange to watch fragments of my family’s history moving before me.
· 01.31.12 ·
· 01.14.12 ·
Back and forth from Brooklyn to Manhattan. New York at night, from its bridges, is a miracle. When I first came to the city, it took all my fantasies and set them on fire, turned them into flickering constellations of light. Then it did the same with my history. As a dark speck of energy hurtling over the water toward that galaxy, I felt myself disappear. Relative to the image of infinity I was nothing, a clump of quantum matter skidding through the ether. It was as good as any drug. – M. Febos
· 12.21.11 ·
Tempted by the lure of travel, laughter, friendship and weeks spent abroad, I left New York’s wintery ways.
Chilly air transitioned to warm nights bicycling around town with my girl Ying. All my worries left behind as our laughter took hold. Singapore, Cambodia, Australia swallowed whole – it never felt so good to be so far.
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Days spent wandering. Late night drives through town. I envy your river life. Just now. I am grateful.
For you. For us. For photography. For all that laughter we share. You and me, here and now.
Dreaming them California dreams. xx
· 10.13.11 ·
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· 09.29.11 ·
For the past few days, had the pleasure of traveling with HVS and Yéle Haiti to document the launch of their hospitality training school in Jacmel. Being it was my first time in the country, it was a wild and highly visual ride (especially driving up Karate Mountain at night). Sad to say my time in Haiti was so short, hoping one day soon to return and discover more. Below are some portraits taken along the way.
· 09.07.11 ·
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· 08.10.11 ·
Spent last Thursday with Chef Patrick Connolly and the Bobo crew on Brooklyn Grange’s rooftop farm in Long Island City. A lovely dinner and lots of laughs. Here’s a little video I put together of the event.
· 07.24.11 ·
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· 07.04.11 ·
Many new developments surrounding the Guerreiras project - the most recent being the publishing on
TIME Magazine’s LightBox blog. Check out the link below for the full slideshow they featured.
Very grateful to all that made it happen.
Now, off to Germany to cover the Women’s World Cup. More to come.
· 07.01.11 ·
HOLY SHIT, it’s July 1st. Time keeps at it. Currently printing like a MADwoman at the enclave for the GUERREIRAS exhibition at the Brasilian Embassy in Berlin. Full stop. Breathe. Smile. More to come…
· 06.18.11 ·
· 05.18.11 ·
Spent most the afternoon and into the night on a photo shoot with two thirds of the Israeli rocktronica band – Terry Poison. Many thanks to the oh so talented and lovely Louise Kahn & Bruno Grife. Check out their music @ http://www.terrypoison.com/. Now off to Berlin. xx
· 03.05.11 ·
“You pays your money and you takes your choice.”
· 02.14.11 ·
Although futebol is considered Brazil’s most popular sport and the country has been long regarded as the ‘nation of futebol’, these labels have tended to refer solely to the men’s game. Over the years, women playing futebol in Brazil have not only represented a threat to Brazilian masculinity, but have also been perceived as disgracefully encroaching on one of the nation’s main sources of pride and collective identity. Because of this legacy, female futebol players have faced continued scrutiny, where their femininity and sexual orientation are regularly called into question. Although the prejudices around women’s futebol in Brazil appear to be fading and female players seldom face the same disapproval they once did, they are now confronted with a new version of cultural constraint in the form of socialized femininity.
© Adrienne Grunwald Photography
· 02.10.11 ·
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· 02.02.11 ·
OPENING RECEPTION OF ONWARD ’11
PROJECT BASHO GALLERY
SATURDAY FEBRUARY 12
Project Basho is proud to present ONWARD ’11 an exhibition of their annual photography competition for emerging photographers. This year’s exhibition was curated by legendary photographer Larry Fink and comprises 70 works by 63 emerging talents from across the US and around the globe. The show reflects a diverse array of approaches to photographic image-making.
*Instant film will be on hand courtesy the Impossible Project and refreshments will be served.
· 01.17.11 ·
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· 12.22.10 ·
Of the many amazing futebol players I came in contact with in Brasil, one of the most exciting meetings was when I was able to chat with and photograph the ever talented Marta. If Pelé is the king, then Marta is most definitely the Queen – voted four times in a row as FIFA’s Women’s World Player of the Year. And even better, this 24 year old is one of the most humble stars I have ever met. Here’s an outtake from our quick portrait session in a deep fog after afternoon national team practice…
· 12.14.10 ·
Well, I have to say, it was a hell of a trip. Two months spent away from the comfort of all I’ve ever known. Years of knowledge gained about myself, my mind, and my photography soul. Brazil raised many questions that I have yet to answer, thoughts that I cannot begin to process and eighty-seven rolls of 120 film to develop. Holy shit. You were right – Brazil is a drop zone. A crazy, loud, uncomfortable, and hilarious one. But once I found a way to navigate it, there was much to be revealed. The people of Brazil, the girls on the team, the families that we stayed with, all had more love to offer than I’ve ever witnessed. Days spent with new friends, meant nights spent with old ones. Brazil is a beautiful land full of beautiful people, that’s for damn sure.
All in all, I’m truly thankful for the opportunity to pursue a project I truly feel passionate about, to follow a hunch all the way to South America and to have met everyone I did along the way. I am humbled to have this camera as an excuse through which to see the world. I know that photography is a gift that wields an extraordinary power, one which I will never take for granted. This trip has been one of the most wonderful experiences of my life and one that I will never forget because it’s forever tattooed on my heart. Thank you Caitlin “Caity” Fisher for this opportunity and for that fated night a few drinks deep so long ago when you first told me the stories of the guerreiras of Santos FC. I am forever grateful to you, to Brazil and to the women of Santos who afforded me the opportunity to live among them and tell their stories to the world.
· 12.04.10 ·
Well. After 51 days in Brasil and 87 rolls of Kodak Portra 400NC 120 logged, I’ve begun to pack my things. Headed to Sao Paulo city tomorrow with only 4 more rolls left. National team training Monday afternoon and then red eye to New York. Can’t believe my time here is almost near the end. USA here I come.
· 12.01.10 ·
And so soon we’ll meet again. xx
· 11.25.10 ·
· 11.23.10 ·
After over a month in Brasil, I took off to Uruguay for a little stay with my cousin and his family. It was a much needed trip, one that offered me some time to relax, sleep and think about all that I had seen and photographed thus far. And while I was there, I was finally able to see their farm that I had always heard so much about. Much love & thanks to Pablo, Silvia and Maxima for some fresh air goodness. x
· 11.20.10 ·
The world was full of holes, tiny apertures of meaninglessness, microscopic rifts that the mind could walk through, and once you were on the other side of one of those holes, you were free of yourself, free of your life, free of your death, free of everything that belonged to you. ~ P. Auster
· 11.14.10 ·
This afternoon Caitlin and I recorded our first interview for the multimedia portion of the Guerreiras project. Working in a language that I do not understand has been one of the most challenging tasks I have ever undertaken. I am a control freak (similar to many photographers I know and love). So imagine me strategizing and preparing for an interview in which I would not understand a damn word of what’s going on. Most of my time in Brasil has become a meditation of the mind. Me, in my head, with too many or too little thoughts to ponder. A headspace that the craziness of New York City pretty much never affords. Today’s lesson was a meditation on sound levels. And how to transform the back room of my apartment into a makeshift recording studio…
· 11.08.10 ·
· 11.07.10 ·
The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence. ~ S. Plath
· 11.04.10 ·
Tonight I met up a few girls from the team to go check out the Santos FC men’s team take on Vitoria-BA in the Estadio Vila Belmiro. Not only was it my first time seeing the men play in the stadium, but it was also a chance to see the incredible Neymar live in action – damn he’s good. Can’t wait to watch him strut his stuff on the national team. Muito legal to be sitting in Pele’s old stadium, moving to the drum beats and laughing as Caitlin translated the many colorful slurs aimed at the refs. All in all, a good first viewing into the world of Brasilian professional men’s futebol. Oh, and in case you are wondering, it ended in a tie, 1 a 1.
· 11.03.10 ·
· 11.02.10 ·
Clock ticking, tracking my every move, every second. Time moving slower these days. Missing you, her, him, them, us. Days spent working, shooting, thinking, reading. Nights spent doing more of the same. Plotting of next moves. Notes of photos taken, scenarios unfolded, hopes for others duly listed. Systematically counting the days and rolls of film left. In this country, not my own. Foreign is the word. Many thoughts enter and exit my mind. Time seems to suffocate all thoughts. I glance up and out the window in my room.
· 11.01.10 ·
Last night, I had the incredible experience of watching Brazil’s first ever female president elected to office. While down here in Brazil, Caitlin and I are constantly stepping back to debate with each other where we believe our project is heading, discussing how to develop the story and figuring out how to match our own sentiments with what we continue to see and hear. It has proven to be an exceptionally interesting exercise, and one that is amplified by Caitlin’s true passion and ability in understanding gender roles on an a higher academic level. What we’ve realized is that, as Brazil is quickly becoming the next big time emerging market, they are also at the forefront of many significant cultural and social changes – including the molding of a “new woman”. And thus, our story about female futebolers is a perfect example of how through futebol, Brazil’s national game, these girls have already begun to break down the barriers of cultural stereotypes and carved new ground for girls of all ages. Similar to Dilma, these girls are saying “Yes, women can” and its a damn good message to hear.
· 10.27.10 ·
After a few too many bus rides to and through Rio de Janiero state, I found myself sitting on the sidelines in a deep mist watching the Brasilian National Women’s team (Marta included) training at the CBF’s Granja Comary. Thoughts of the many amazing Brasilian players that had stepped on that very same field swirled throughout my mind. After 24 years of living for this game, this was one of those days where I had to take a moment and be truly thankful for where I was at. Here’s a few shots taken along the way…
Many thanks to Caitlin Fisher for bringing me to Brasil. To Kleiton Lima for inviting us to witness the Brasilian national team at work (holy shit!). And of course, to the ever so wonderful Testa and Karen for guiding us all around Rio, patiently teaching me some Portuguese and giving up their beds for us to rest. xxx
· 10.20.10 ·
home (noun) : the place in which one’s domestic affections are centered
· 10.18.10 ·
After working like mad to clean, pack & move out of my small, yet cluttered (as I now realize) NYC studio prior to my 7 week stay in Brazil, I took a short trip up to the Eddie Adams Workshop to experience all that Barnstorm’s no sleep theory has to offer. Along the way I met some very talented photographers, had some laughs and was given the chance to spend some time with the amazing 87 year old Herman Ruhry – Grandpa by day, retired beekeeper by trade.
Many thanks to Herman and his lovely family for allowing me into their home
(and for sharing a slice or two of their delicious homemade pizza). xx
· 10.17.10 ·
hide the path
~ John Bailey
· 10.01.10 ·
Next Saturday night, the 9th of October, Manhattan Graphics Center.
My brother Nolan is showing his print work and it’s worth a look. xx
· 09.30.10 ·
Had the lovely opportunity to hang around at Brooklyn Grange with a few of Bobo’s all-stars last night. Rooftop farm in Long Island City with incredible view of Manhattan, check. Delicious food cooked by the oh so talented chef Patrick Connolly, check. A few too many Tecates, check. Here’s some of what transpired…
Big thanks to Patrick Connolly, Carlos Suarez and the rest of the bobo crew – www.bobonyc.tumblr.com/ as well as Ben Flanner, resident farmer at Brooklyn Grange – www.brooklyngrangefarm.com/
· 09.28.10 ·
· 09.26.10 ·
Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air
That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of – was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?
I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they’re gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.
- Robert Frost
· 09.24.10 ·
God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of “parties” with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter – they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless, and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. ~ S. Plath
· 09.21.10 ·
I WILL BE THERE, YOU SHOULD COME -
Group show featuring 16 emerging contemporary artists
@ Eastern District | 49 Bogart St, Brooklyn
September 24th – October 14th
FRIDAY, SEPT 24TH 8PM-MIDNIGHT
· 09.17.10 ·
Little by little my lovely ICP OPT friends are starting to creep back into town. I’ve missed their presence in this big city all summer long. A few moments of goodness, many smiles and some polaroid portraits. Cannot wait for more. xx
· 09.15.10 ·
And all day I knew there was an incredible love somewhere in my world… and I felt sad, needing to explain it but I can’t because it belonged to me, to anyone else it was just wet images. And I got this incredible warm beautiful pain in my veins now trying to sort it all out. It’s a long time gone…
~ Jim Caroll, The Basketball Diaries
· 09.13.10 ·
Thumbs my eyes, throws my breath, tackles my heart,
And rain hacks my head to the bone, the hawk hangs,
The diamond point of will that polestars
The sea drowner’s endurance: And I,
Bloodily grabbed dazed last-moment-counting
Morsel in the earth’s mouth, strain to the master-
Fulcrum of violence where the hawk hangs still…
~ Ted Hughes
· 09.09.10 ·
If you happen to be out and about on Fashion’s Night Out this Friday, Sept 10th, check out
the Public School Pop Up Shop at The Plaza featuring my brother Jason’s art installation!
Can also check out some of his work at www.jasongrunwald.com. xx
· 09.07.10 ·
Spent the afternoon with the very talented Kevin Kurz in Central Park this weekend so he could
have some new photos for his website. As always, a lovely time with plenty of laughs. xx
· 08.27.10 ·
Sometimes I don’t sleep. So I make collages instead.
Here’s the outcome of last night’s lost zzzzz’s.
· 08.26.10 ·
Time has forever been a topic of discussion in my household, perhaps that has something
to do with the fact that I was born into a family of watchmakers. However, today of all days,
time and my lovely grandfather, Ernest, are particularly on my mind. Recently, days slip
into nights and weeks into months. Worry overcomes me, but hope will resolve all.
Thoughts left unsaid remain trapped in my mind. Forever caught up on the crux of it all.
Wishing I could be just a bit more appreciative of this year, this month, this moment, forever.
~Morgen, morgen, nur nicht heute, sagen alle faulen leute~
(Opa’s ever so true reminder)
· 08.25.10 ·
Just all alone. Thinking about life, love. It all.
My life seems to be a consent list of do’s and don’ts. Wants and want nots.
Many questions raised, yet so few answered. Wish we were different, easier.
But then, maybe I wouldn’t love you as much as I do.
“Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.” – S. Plath
· 08.24.10 ·
“The sun seeped into every pore, satiating every querulous
fiber of me into a great glowing golden peace.” ~ Sylvia Plath
A few days away well spent.
Only Vermont can cure me
forever of the city life.
To be continued…
· 08.18.10 ·
AUG 18 – MAR 1 | GRACE PLAZA PEEP HOLES EXHIBITION
INTERNATIONAL CENTER OF PHOTOGRAPHY
1114 Avenue of the Americas (43rd and 6th Ave)
* If you happen to be in or around Bryant Park, sneak a peak in some of the new
peep holes in the protection walls around ICP’s Grace Plaza perimeter. They are
exhibiting one of my photographs along with a group of recent ICP alumni work.
· 07.30.10 ·
* * *
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ P. Picasso
· 07.29.10 ·
There I was.
Willfully swept away to the côte d’azur.
Away from the mess of it all,
Where I finally allowed myself to be taken by the sun.
One by one I lost off my hat and shoes,
And still I clung. I let my head fall back,
And shut my eyes against the sun…
~ R. Frost
· 07.28.10 ·
· 07.28.10 ·
Warm Colorado nights.
Great friends. Many laughs.
No room for anything else.
My mind is blank, my heart is full.
I am in the moment.
· 07.24.10 ·
COME OUT, SEE SOME ART, WITNESS A LIVE TATTOO,
& LISTEN TO SOME DAMN GOOD MUSIC.