Attempt #1.

      Ever since I accidentally took a picture of myself that looked exactly like my mom, I knew I could go somewhere with the concept. I went through her book of modeling photos from when she was my age, and I intentionally tried to recreate them. This is the first "success", but I feel like if I had someone to help direct me when I pose, I could do a lot better. Here's to attempt number one!

This is me.

This is me.
I am vulnerable.
I wish to follow the Word.
I know another being will never understand or care
about my emotions and my face
as much as I do.
I am not vain;
I only crave to see myself as I really am.
I am all I have, after all.
This is me
talking about myself
knowing no one else will understand or care
about myself
like I do.

"I'll have a blue Christmas without you."

The Big Apple.

      My dad's friend Rob grew up in Brooklyn. He invited my dad, sister and me to go on a trip to New York City with him since he could show us around better than anyone else we know.
I had far too much fun with my camera.

Long shutter speeds and long waits at the subway station.

This is one of my favorite shots of all time.

Flying at the speed of the Staten Island Ferry.

Zoom!

Sporty.

      This was my attempt at sports photography for an assignment, as well as for RIT's Intramural brochure and website.

Lines.

      This is a 10-photo series I did for my 2D Design class. The object was to capture lines--straight, jagged, curved. I can say that this is the one and only time I found my naturally bloodshot eyes to be useful.

Subtleties & huge effects.

      This is such an odd story, but it really affected me. Here goes:
I was watching an episode of Spongebob Squarepants: Survival of the Idiots. I wasn't too into it, so I got up to pour myself a cup of coffee. I could still hear the TV from the kitchen, but I wasn't paying much attention. Then all of a sudden, Spongebob and Patrick walked into Sandy's tree dome to find a snowy wonderland, and I heard a beautiful melody:

Mantovani's "Skater's Waltz"

I froze.
It was the song my mother hummed whenever we danced around the kitchen. She always said she couldn't remember the name of the song, but she thought it was pretty. We would spin in circles and hum this song, and every time at the very end, she would adorably squeak the word "Dip!" and dipped me like we were waltzing, then said "Kiss!" and we'd hug kiss each other on the cheek, and then we'd part ways wearing smiles on our faces.

      Never having known what the song was called, and never having heard it outside my mother's beautiful voice, I was overwhelmed, wondering if I could ever hear it again. I opened my laptop and searched for the episode's transcript to find that the song is called "Skater's Waltz" by Mantovani. I listened to it online and immediately sobbed. Being a good photographer, I also opened the Photo Booth application on my laptop and captured my face just as my mascara smudged.

kiss kiss | hug hug | love love

I am a clone.

       You may have already seen my previous post, My other half. Upon seeing it, my mom's best friend told me that photo of me was strikingly similar to something from my mom's modeling days. Today, I opened an album with some of her old modeling photos, and on the first page was a photo that was strikingly similar.

      We have the same eyes, mouth, nose, eyebrows, jawline, and the same neck and shoulders. Our hair was even styled alike, with the top curled back. I could stare at these forever.

                 To mommy,
                    * kiss kiss | hug hug | love love *
                                                                love, your wee one

THANK YOU.

      I bought both of my parents the obligatory college T-shirt for Christmas last year. This morning, I asked my dad whatever happened to the one I bought for my mom, and tonight I found it neatly folded on my bed.
She never got to wear it.

©Krista Carpenetti

      I pulled it on to find that it fit me perfectly, so now I have yet another way to stay connected with her here on earth.

      I feel like every moment I spend without her, the farther apart we become. I feel like she's fading from me, and I can't grasp her any tighter. I depicted this by using a flash combined with a long shutter speed to make the shirt translucent. I also did not crop the photo to show how small I feel sometimes. I'm surrounded by clutter and craziness and nothing makes any sense, and I just fade right into it, unable to separate myself and pick myself up.  The shadow from my chest down is another faded version of myself doubled over with my hands on my face. This represents the side of me that few people see anymore. It can burst out at the most awkward of times, and it's moments like these that I am grateful for understanding friends.
     That being said, all of those words you see written on my walls, the words I'm melting into, are words written by people I love. There are inside jokes, "I love you"s, Bible verses, and plenty of memories scribbled on all four walls in my beloved bedroom. If it wasn't for people like them, I wouldn't be functioning right now.

Without further ado, I'd like to extend a huge

t h a n k   y o u

to everyone who has embraced me, held me up when my knees gave out, dried my tears, sat with me in silence, let me cry on their shoulders until their arms fell asleep, told me I'll be okay, prayed for me, reminisced with me about her, bought me chocolate, told me stories until I fell asleep, cuddled with me, sent me thoughtful letters/texts/Facebook messages/blog comments, took pictures with me, bought me colorful balloons and cake for a surprise early birthday party, listened to me blubber, empathized with me, sat in my car with me late at night while I cried my heart out and calmed me down with the most loving words I've ever heard, brought me homemade muffins, wrote "I ♥ Krista" on the window behind me then ran, let me borrow treasured stuffed animals, sent me surprise presents in the mail, ran from who-knows-where just to deliver a much-needed hug, stayed up with me until the wee hours of the morning, let me curl up in their beds while they do homework just so I could have some company, and gently kissed me on the forehead. 

I remember all of you and everything you did for me, and I will never ever forget. I am forever grateful for every ounce of healing power you bestowed upon me, and I would never have made it without each of you. I love you.

My other half.

My friend Nailea, with whom I was reunited in Fried Chicken, Seagulls, and a Bathrobe, came up to RIT with me for a few days. Today we went to the studios and created art like the good photo students we are. We played off opposites of light and dark for this image. 

© 2011

Congratulations to the happy couple! 11/11/11

      I photographed a wedding for the first time on Friday, November 11, 2011. I took 580 photos and kindly narrowed it down to 518 (haha) when I burned them on CDs for the bride and groom. I asked the bride if I could use some of my favorites for a blog post and my portfolio. She agreed, so here is a sample of my wedding photography!

Accidents are the best.

      I think it's safe to say every photographer has taken a photo with a certain intention (or maybe no specific intention at all) and ended up with a photo that impressed them more than they expected. Well, this is one of those moments in my experience as a photo student. I was testing a portable strobe setup (see the second image) in my kitchen, using myself as the subject until I could use a model. I took dozens of photos of myself, just standing there, waiting for the 10-second self-timer to end. In this photo, I was initially looking into the camera lens, but at the millisecond the shutter opened, I shifted my gaze to look out the window to my right. The final image resulted with my eyes having an extremely glazed over appearance. My odd appearance is also complemented by the note I had written on the fridge earlier. Needless to say, I fell in love with this photo, and decided to share it with you. 

"Craziness has taken over the better portion of my nearly-liquified brain."

This is the setup I used... only in the living room instead of the kitchen.

The other face.

      The goal of advertising is to convey a message in two to three seconds. For my Elements of Advertising Photography class, we were required to create a still-life in the studio with about ten objects that illustrates a point. I chose to depict superficial beauty by creating a visage with only the makeup I had in my bathroom (plus fake eyelashes I bought for Halloween).

© Krista Carpenetti

Although I must say that it was slightly awkward kissing the paper.

My favorite summer photo shoot.

      This past August, I worked my first shoot with actual models rather than my super-attractive friends as I usually find myself doing. I kept a folder filled with the beautiful shots, and handed off a copy to the female model, Rebecca, for her portfolio. I came across them in my heaps of folders on my Mac, and I decided to edit a few to share.

© Krista Carpenetti

© Krista Carpenetti

Models: Rebecca Karwoski, Josh Sibio

Popsicle sticks in flight.

My roommates Cole and Mark were making adhesive-free structures made solely of popsicle sticks that "explode" when pressure is applied in the right area. Thankfully, they support my photography addiction and made some especially for me to photograph as they detonated.

My first camera obscura.

I've always wanted to try making my own camera obscura. In my History & Aesthetics of Photography class, the professor explained how to create one and told us to make our own as a final project. I wanted to practice before I made one to be graded, and this is the result.

Herbz McGurbz.

      For a little less than a year now, I've been pondering adopting a bunny rabbit. I really needed something to snuggle and love and fill this void I have in my heart. I decided early on that I would name him Herbie. I'm not sure why that name struck me, but it did, and it turns out someone close to me also had a pet named Herbie when she was younger. Taking this as a sign, I kept turning over the idea in my head, thinking about whether I would have time to care for another life, and where I would even keep it, since I reside in a different place every year or so. Over the summer, some close family-friends offered me a free bunny cage--which happens to be the most expensive part of buying a bunny--another good sign. I graciously accepted it and brought it to college with me just in case. It's a good thing I did, because after months of deliberation, I went to the pet store yesterday and allowed my heart to be melted by this little fur-ball:

Say hello to little baby Herbie.
He says hi back.
He poops everywhere, but we're working on it.