Express your event with many photos on one beautifully crafted page. Our photo montages are one of a kind and are worth much more than a thousand words! Here are some examples created from several photo shoots where often the intended publication only had room for one photo so we designed these montages to share more images on one singular page. There are also examples of the weekly photo mailings and accompanying messages that Farber was lauded for as she shared her montages online.
Photos of the Week-"Jazz Heros"/ Jazz Foundation Fundraiser 4/10/05...
5 hours, 4 lofts, one building, many musicians, lovers of the music, patrons of the arts, supporters of the cause, all for jazz, dues paid, music played. The 14th annual Jazz Foundation's Loft party took place at 1200 Broadway, the Empire State Building looming over the proceedings, the sun warming the rooftop to 70 degrees, the musicians burning down the lofts. Magic is made in New York City more than this once a year, every night actually, but this one produces more posterity in a single night than most places can muster in a whole year. For that and the love that is in abundance I am grateful to be here after almost 20 years and to be a part of this family of Jazz.
Weekly Fotos Mailing-Battle of the Bands Part 3-4-17-05
The tradition continues in many more ways than one atDizzy's Club. JALC (i.e. Jazz at Lincoln Center at the Time Warner Building) featured Part 3 of the "Battle of the Bands" this past Saturday, April 17th. This time a woman appeared, flute in hands. She was one of 6 musicians, playing to a captive audience. Perhaps they were so captivated that they were drifting off into a semi-trance as reflected in some of these photos amongst the many that make this one intricate photo composite. I hope you'll take the time to explore the look of jazz on the faces of those who play it and those who hear it. Many happy warm days ahead...
Weekly Photo Montage-The Wailers (7-18-05)
It's 96 degrees in the shade...
So said "Third World" the classic Reggae band from my day of addiction to the music. This past week I revisited the music of Marley, presented by The Wailers of present. It might not have been the real deal to the ears of those who have spent thousands of hours of listening the the King of Reggae but the crowd felt the connection to the dearly departed Bob. Expressing and emoting with hands high up in the air, the people in the park, Rockefeller Park to be exact, on the waterfront, the Hudson River to be precise, were treated to those sounds of the islands that fill their sentimental hearts on a summer's eve. Stay comfortable during these dog days, they too shall pass...
Photos of the Week from APAP 1-12-05
APAP is, a conference for artists presenters and artist performers, a visual feast and an utterly delightful place filled with music, dance and theatrical showcases from around the world. Colors, costumes, instruments, faces, energy and excitement, nerves, anticipation, desire, hope, dreams, ambition all contained in and out of a hotel, around the city, in various venues for 4 days and counting, nonstop shooting for 13 hours straight per day, back and shoulders suffering, but worth every second and ounce of effort to make as many of these performances as humanly possible. Please enjoy a few of the images that reflect the fun, elegance, energy, passion and diversity of APAP 2005.
Weekly Foto Montage--OTHELLA DALLAS-80, singing, dancing resilient spirit!-5-22-05
Thanks to David Gonzalez (pictured upper left), master of ceremonies, musician, singer, poet, producer, man of many minds and ideas, I was hired to photograph this woman of 80 years, this precious gem. Othella Dallas from Switzerland in New York, preparing for a new recording, call it never too late, or another gift to the world of music, for me it was a great and timely photo op. One week, one camera, a few locations, some rice and beans, and many hours at the computer generated this photo composite of the energetic and special, wild and wooly Othella Dallas. Happy birthday Othella!
Photo Montage of the Weeks...Mom's 75th...Feb., 2005
La Familia, home town style. I was born there, I return there infrequently, some would say not enough, but with life choices, limits on time, I am not always able to do what I should or want. Charlotte, North Carolina, how it's changed and flourished. I ran away once upon a time, as far as the imagination could see. That year was 1974 and 30 years later one's recollection is sketchy but never goes away. The house I grew up in, still remains intact, the people I spent time with, most are living proof that I was there, as they still are. It's strange and sometimes sad to go back in time but it's comforting to know that I do have roots, I did begin my journey from a place with a gentle soul. This was the time of my mother's 75th birthday, I was her surprise, she came from Houston, her home of many years, me, from mine, New York. We gathered, we celebrated, we acted like a family. Enjoy the glimpse at who we are in this montage.
Weekly Fotos-"Mi Amor's First Seder"/ Canarsie/ Brooklyn, NY-2-24-05
For 3 years and 40 nights or so, I have learned much if not all about my partner's culture. Sometimes I have forgotten about my own. So for one night and one holiday, I finally shared a tiny fraction of what I inherited from my own ancestors. Passover 2005, in Canarsie, in the borough of Brooklyn in the city and state of New York. My Mexican spouse was not the only one who had no clue. Another M.O.T. and his Italian woman were somewhat more familiar with the tradition but not altogether informed. It's endearing and tender to watch your loved one eat the foods, and listen to and recite the words and prayers of your lineage with an open mind and willing spirit. May you find your own Elijah's waiting to be let in.
Happy Passover, spring and week ahead...
mermaids, jazzheads, and the skies above... 6-24-08
the montage is back! no promises for how many, for how long but for this past week, there was no resisting composing and compiling the myriad and sundry photos that connected the dots of my existence. hats, hair, no hair, balls, bald heads, golden girls, jazz legends, journalists, bridges, skies, sunshine, clouds and more filled my eyes, camera and launched another new york city summer's colorful possibilities.
Alas, I have culled through over 5000 photos shot in two weeks time in Mexico, the country I wanted to visit and record for oh so long. Here are the first of two montages that I have composed of some of the people I met along the way. There is one story in particular that should be told at this time in current affairs. But instead of divulging too much, I dedicate the "Nino's of Mexico" to my little Paso Nieta, whose second birthday is today, 2-18-16. I met the dear girl before her own Abuelo has. This is the story of modern Mexico with mucho mas to soon come!
3 thousand 7 hundred plus miles round trip burning rubber to the road. I challenged my stamina, eyes, shoulders and mental durability beyond what I've done heretofore, driving a rental car 8 hour stretches for 2 solid weeks with a few stops in between. The goal and celebration, a mother's (mine) special birthday. Flying might be quick but there is so much to read between the lines. Such as---America's landscape is littered with fast food restaurants and one hotel chain too many. And much to my surprise and delight, I discovered, during this period of commemoration of the 50th anniversary of the Selma march, that most towns and cities we traveled to and through, had an MLK or Martin Luther King Drive, Road, Street or Boulevard. How great is that?!
A long drive from 5-14 degree days to some of the same and a bit upwards, a south that should have been warmer but had other plans, is just what my spirit needed. Friends not seen for too many years, family that I don't see often enough, as well as cities revisited or never laid eyes on. Harrison, Adam, 2 Toms, Louis, Diane, Helen (Tzvia), Ibby, Hugh, Grace, Carolyn, Hanifa, Yvonamor, Gene, Lena, Olivia and Mom. Durham, Charlotte, Atlanta, Birmingham, New Orleans, Lafayette, Jackson, Chattanooga, Lexington, Shippensburg and too many gas stations in too many towns. Point being, this photographer can do more than point and shoot, she can drive and point and shoot and is always eager and ready. Projects and assignments are welcome or as they say, have camera, will travel!!!
Butch Morris left his mark, in such indelible ink that two years and nine days later, the community of musicians, still gather together on yet another cold winter's night to celebrate his special brand of music history, his so-called "Conductions", and to commemorate what would have been his 68th birthday. Some of the dearest of the musical brothers and sisters of Lawrence D. "Butch" Morris, showed up with their instruments and others with their ears, along with the most devoted of his fans and friends and family, including son Al Digs, who is earnestly and honestly carrying forth his father's legacy, this concert being just one of those endeavors. According to Al, a new album of Butch's compositions is in the works, something that will further enrich the musical archives of the 21st century. I might not have been in Butch's "inner circle" of friends, and there were probably many, however, after one very special photo portrait session with him, in my earliest years of my tenure in New York City, there was never a time that Butch did not acknowledge me and greet me with kindness and enthusiasm and that I did not feel like he was happy to see me which made me feel special and respected. I did not and do not feel that from every member of the jazz world and I have and will say that often. So for this and so much more, thank you Butch for showing up on this earth and making it a better, kinder, happier place!
Please follow this link to find out more about the life and times of Butch Morris... http://www.conduction.us/
This week, following last, snowmaggedon has been the topic du jour, on our frostbitten minds, some would say we dodged a bullet, the big one, the final chapter of sorts. It was all hyperbole after all but then some also said, "better safe than sorry". I had a few music shoots, some assigned and paid for, some elective for posterity. But one night and a bike ride to lower Manhattan, I visited the 9/11 Museum at a place, still referred to as Ground Zero, a time when disaster did not come with a warning, and where the emergency response demanded all of our inner and outer resources, from local and federal governments and communities affected directly and not. Since the timing of my visit to the museum was merely one week earlier than this blizzard 2015, I choose to share these images I shot within and outside the museum, showing just a bit of what awaits those who want to revisit this history and those who just need to learn about it.
It is a personal decision, guided for some by politics, others curiosity and most humanity, whether to visit the museum and/or the memorial grounds. Living in NYC affords one the opportunity to go once or as many times as necessary to take it all in and there is so much that it requires more time than the 2 1/2 hours I devoted. For you good people who live here, especially those that lived here then, please know that on Tuesday nights you can go for free from 5:30 pm- 8:00 (closing time) but you must sign up online in advance to book the limited tickets. I was able to secure two within 3 weeks of my search. I've heard many say they could not visit for fear of the strong feelings it might evoke but I think that you will find it to be a great museum like any that offers artifacts and history. Yet be prepared for all kind of feelings to emerge, from sorrow, anger, fear, uncertainty, nostalgia, etc. Here is the link to get tickets and learn more. http://www.911memorial.org/museum.
Stay safe, warm and hopeful...
It's cliche without apology, but call it an embarrassment of musical riches and you will have described daily life in New York City, still, without fail, the one and only city that offers such a roster of stellar talent, a big gulp that should never be banned, regulated or censored! I never manage to even skim the surface of offerings in one night, let alone one week but the week after everyone should be resting and recovering from the previous month's holiday festivities, the New York jazz world is blazing out of control and even if New York's firefighters knew which direction to turn (all four corners), they wouldn't be able to extinguish the heat! I have been one of the privileged witnesses and documentarians of these offerings over the last 15 plus years and this year truly delivered. My weekly montage (a week late due to the overwhelming load of work and subsequent post-production) features some of my favorite images and a melting pot of musical styles. I discovered some great new talents and rediscovered and was mesmerized by some I've known for many, many years. Included here are: (top row)-Brandon Ross & J.T. Lewis, E.J. Decker & J.D. Lewis (no it was not intentional to line up all these initialed musicians!), (2nd row)- Eric Lewis a.k.a. ELEW, Les Kurtz, Lisa Hilton & Camille Thurman, 3rd row (Henry Butler, Bria Skonberg, Andrea Tierra & hubby Edmar Castaneda, (bottom row)-Geri Allen, unknown violinist & finally THE man, David Murray.
I certainly urge and recommend you spend a moment to get to know some of these musical talents and to also discover and rediscover your very own. As well, you can learn about Winter JazzFest at their website: (http://www.winterjazzfest.com/).
Thank you for looking and listening, as always...
There are many ways I could sum up the past year in photos, with only my photos, many shot because my passion demands that I do so, whether for monetary means or not. However, before the first full week back to business as usual begins in this New Year of 2015, I want to recall and remember and rejoice over one life that ended too soon, at the end of 2013 that many of his friends and colleagues wished to commemorate at the beginning of 2014, but that was not to be. This year, on Friday the 9th, 2015, that WILL be. Bobby Jackson was there at the beginning of my own life span as a documentarian/photographer of this great music tradition, so far named JAZZ, that we both shared passionately, that no matter what sacrifices it meant personally and financially, we endured and continued to promote in our parallel universes. Bobby and I began that journey in Atlanta, Georgia. When I left to make my place in the center of the JAZZ universe, New York City, in 1985, Bobby was still in Atlanta carrying the torch until he transferred his own journey to Cleveland, Ohio. We lost touch briefly, but his birthplace of NYC brought us back together during annual JAZZ conferences and we never lost touch again, until his untimely demise. No one, nowhere, expressed and held higher regard for my art, my struggle, my contributions to the music, than Bobby. He helped me hold my head high when I was sure I had wasted my life in pursuit of artistic fulfillment and not financial security. He interviewed me for his celebrated radio program and he lent me his shoulder when maybe he is the one who needed one.
This montage is full of photos that I did not capture, except for the one in the middle, of Bobby when he was working in television in Atlanta, back in the day. However, I wanted to share his beautiful life with those who knew him and those who did not, to thread together some key moments in pictures by creating one out of many.
With love always, Enid
To visit the website Bobby was developing and wanted to prosper, please click here: The Jazz Mind
There is no greater gift that I can give this season of giving, then to share the spirit of the Jazz Foundation of America's annual Xmas gathering of precious musicians, supporters staff and friends. This "Collection, of Colorful, Charismatic and Creative Souls", is a sampling of some of the beloved ones that this foundation has supported and continues to support with ever more grit and determination, each and every year. I have assembled, in a collage/montage, a few of the images that I am finding delightful, even if the weather outside is frightful! There are so many to list, but one that I cannot resist naming is the man in the middle and on the bottom row with the sax, the almost 100 year old Fred Staton, need I say more. 100 and still blowing and going strong. On this Xmas, and about to be brand new year, it is this man's indomitable spirit that should remind us of the truest gift of all, life, and the hope that for one and for all, a long and abundant life it shall be.
With love always, Enid
Here Enid presents, her first photo montage in many years, (previously known as "Weekly Foto Montage"), in her first blog posting ever. "Marcus' Many Moods", many years later and yet only one evening recently, when the stars aligned at Le Poisson Rouge, and at the last minute, it was time to test my newly repaired performance lens, brave the extreme chill and hold on tightly to the reason she/I came to New York City, NY in the first place. This posting, this first time creating a montage, at the near end of the year 2014, is a symbol and commitment of my early and perhaps only New Year's resolution (a habit that usually eludes me), that once again, come rain or shine, her/my images, will not be made in vain and that whether self-assigned or commissioned and compensated, I/we will share my images beyond my/our personal archives. So dear people who have implored me, to never give up the dream, the desire and the discipline to keep creating, I share the first of those on my almost new website, enidfarber.com, and welcome you to enjoy the journey with me. Comments and feedback are more than welcome and most appreciated as this gift of life is for sharing!
With love always, Enid