New Pictures From the Distant Past

jeremiah burbank for the NRA

It was his birthday and my sister Rosie took us to the Gun Club in downtown Los Angeles

Fish for Sale

Fish for Sale

Vito GesualdiOn his never ending quest for a head shot Vito Gesualdi and I made some weird unflattering portraits

samule d quinn the crippleSamuel D Quinn http://www.samuelquinn.com/

rosie and jairs buttsMy sister Rosie Pula and Jeremiah Burbank at the Hollywood Reservoir

All pictures taken in Los Angeles in 2011 with a Canon 5d

a video I helped make about a different type of family

I have an old old friend named Vito Gesualdi, he taught me how to joke and how to learn to smoke. He loved video games, every name of every system tattoed on his brain. From Game and Watch to Sega Dreamcast to Virtual boy to Gensis CD… I wondered about him for a long time, wondered what he saw when he hit the buttons and watched jump man jump…

Then he asked me to help film this video about a Japanese Style Arcade, it was dark and strange in Arcade Infinty and I didn’t understand what I saw there. Then I came back to film the closing ceremonies (you see they were going out of business) and we interviewed dozens of men just like us, men who were lost and found not at the pound but at the base of a DDR machine, or Street Fighting cabinet. Listening to their stories was profoundly humbling to me. I don’t question Vito Gesualdi anymore, cause when some one shows you their scars and then their muscle you don’t put them down, you hug them close and say, I’m glad you finally got through that kill screen you were stuck in, now sit down, have a Sapporo and tell me all about it.

romney’s america

romneys america by Eddy Pula
romneys america, a photo by Eddy Pula on Flickr.

“6 months after Romney is elected the Yankee nuclear facility will melt down and giant mutants will try and hit on normal sized chicks all the way from Maine to Greenwich Connecticut, I have the pictures I can PROVE IT”
Statement from [REDACTED] a Mental Patient in the care of Dr. Ticlea, Cooley Dickinson Hospital, 6/17/2012

Everything Old is New Again

So one day a couple weeks ago, I dug up my first 35mm camera, a canon AE1 (non program, I ain’t no puss) that was presented to my grandfather by his employer to mark 40 years of service. His name was Eddy Pula too, but he had seen too many things since 1919 to really care about it, he gave it to my Father Bill Pula, on the day he married my Mother Carolyn Merriam, slipped into the camera bag was envelope with a $20 bill and a note to have a good time moving to California with his new wife. The story goes the only time he used this camera was to photograph my birth during a thunderstorm at the end of July 1986, the fast f1.4 lens insured he didn’t have to use a flash and also that all the pictures would be out of focus, cause he wasn’t a photographer but a civil engineer. Then it sat in a closet and waited till I was 14 years old when I signed up for my first photo class, the envelope with the $20 bill and the note had never been opened and I used that to buy a new battery and my first couple rolls of tri-x. I loved the thing, took it with me everywhere, out in the rain, out in the woods, climbing rocks and trees and I must of hit it on every limb or rock on the way up. I shot with it till I turned 20 and was told or just picked up from somewhere that real photographer shoot real film, like bigger than 35mm, so it sat alone in my darkroom accruing dust and getting covered in the accidental developer spills. I don’t know exactly why but I decided to put a new battery in it and see if it would work, of course it worked, and it worked better than ever cause I was better than ever. I’ve been carrying it everywhere, in the rain, into the woods and into all sorts of scraps and parties. Here are some pictures we took together.