James Smith

I like photography,cooking,Reading(Fantasy or Sci-fi),and movies. My Instagram is J_Smith1

[James Smith @Smiph25]

@KyleDHester Good Morning!!

[James Smith @Smiph25]

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[Erica Fett @ericafett]

Very excited to announce I will be front page on Twitch on June 3rd from 12-8 pm EST!

I'll be streaming @Warcraft and chatting about cryptids and folklore so come say hi! 🩷

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[James Smith @Smiph25]

@ericafett @Warcraft Wil do!, Sunshine!!

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[jack hollingsworth @photojack]

Help Needed: Anyone Running a 3‑iPhone Zoom Setup?

I’m trying to build a simple, low‑friction teaching workflow using three iPhones as live cameras:

• iPhone #1 → main eyeline (Continuity Camera)
• iPhone #2 → top‑down demo camera
• iPhone #3 → front B‑roll / hands‑on camera

The problem: Continuity Camera can only handle one iPhone at a time, so Zoom can’t see iPhone #2 and #3 as additional camera sources.

I’m exploring Camo, but I want to use it only as a driver — just to expose the extra iPhones as webcams — without all the studio features or added complexity.

Is anyone out there already doing this? Looking for the simplest, most reliable, least‑friction workflow possible.

@GlenBMulcahy @MarcSettle @mythicStallion @stalman @mcmillanmedia @iFilmmakers

[jack hollingsworth @photojack]

Memorial day project. Home studio set-up for 2 iPhones, 2 angles. Super simple. Lots of possibilities for tutorials and course content.

[Frank Doorhof @frankdoorhof]

Today a tip about using smoke in the studio (or on location)

The sandwich smoke technique
https://t.co/tn3HjIW02G

#iqwire #clickbackdrops #geekoto #AQCOLOR #alphapro #rogue #borisfx #modelphotography #workshops

[jack hollingsworth @photojack]

Fuck the Man
The long road from rebellion to reflection

You know what they say, hindsight is 20/20. The older I get, the truer that cliché feels. Time has this strange way of sanding the sharp edges off memory while somehow making the lessons clearer. Things that once felt black-and-white now sit in muddy shades of gray. The villains become more human. The heroes become more flawed. And the person you once thought you were starts looking more like a confused kid trying to survive the world with whatever tools he had at the time.

Looking back now, I’m honestly not sure whether it was just me, the era I grew up in, the small-town culture of Reading, Massachusetts, or simply the atmosphere inside the family I was raised in, but I spent a huge chunk of my younger life feeling fundamentally wrong. Not morally wrong. More like out-of-sync wrong. Like everybody else had somehow received the instruction manual to life and I had missed the meeting where they handed them out.

I felt like I was standing on the opposite side of “right.”

And when you feel that way long enough, you eventually develop defenses. Some people become quiet. Some disappear into religion. Some disappear into work. Some become pleasers. And some, like me, lean hard into contrarianism. If I already felt outside the circle, then eventually I decided to stop trying to get invited into it. I would make the outside my identity. I would wear alienation like a leather jacket.

Of course, the timing mattered too. It was the 1960s and early 70s. Contrariness wasn’t some fringe personality disorder. It was practically a cultural movement. Authority was suspect. Institutions were cracking. Politicians lied. Churches judged. Parents controlled. Teachers preached conformity. The Vietnam War hung over everything like cigarette smoke in a crowded room. The soundtrack of the era practically dared you to push back against the machine.

Fuck the man.

That phrase carried a kind of electricity back then. It wasn’t sophisticated political philosophy. It wasn’t nuanced social commentary. It was emotional. Primitive. Rebellious. It was the rallying cry of kids who felt unseen, unheard, cornered, judged, or trapped inside systems they didn’t trust. Sometimes it meant standing up for justice. Sometimes it simply meant being a pain in the ass.

For me, it became both.

In adolescence, I was smug as hell. I look back at that version of myself now and laugh a little. I was absolutely convinced I was seeing truths the adults around me were too blind, too conservative, or too cowardly to admit. I thought my teachers were squares. I thought the establishment was hollow. I thought organized religion was full of contradictions. I thought suburban conformity was a slow death sentence. I thought most adults had traded curiosity for comfort.

And honestly? On a few things, I was probably right.

But on most things? Jesus Christ, I was painfully naïve.

What I didn’t understand then was how easy it is to confuse rebellion with wisdom. They are not the same thing. Just because you reject authority does not automatically make you enlightened. Just because you question the system does not mean you understand the complexity of the system. And just because older people seem boring doesn’t mean they haven’t learned painful lessons you simply haven’t lived long enough to encounter yet.

Back then, though, nuance wasn’t the currency. Certainty was.

Fuck the man.

The problem was, that attitude didn’t have much chance of surviving untouched inside the world my parents, neighbors, coaches, and teachers occupied. My parents were good people. Traditional people. Educators. Rule followers. Responsible adults trying to raise children in a stable environment. Their rhythms were built around discipline, structure, sports, school, hard work, and community reputation. Meanwhile, I was over in the corner quietly drifting toward photography, music, weirdness, art, cigarettes, girls, existential questions, and whatever else made me feel less trapped inside ordinary life.

I wasn’t a criminal. I wasn’t some hardened rebel. I was just restless. Deeply restless.

Photography eventually became the bridge between those worlds. It gave me a place to put all that tension. The camera became both weapon and refuge. It allowed me to observe without participating. It allowed me to wander without fully disappearing. It gave me purpose without demanding conformity. And maybe most importantly, it gave me a reason to pay attention to the world instead of just rage against it.

That was the beginning of maturity, although I didn’t know it at the time.

Because eventually life humbles everybody.

Not symbolically. Literally.

You lose people. You fail. You disappoint yourself. You realize your parents were carrying burdens you never saw. You discover that institutions are flawed because humans are flawed. You learn that every generation thinks it invented rebellion. You realize that anger alone builds very little. You discover that certainty is often just insecurity wearing a loud jacket.

And still, decades later, good or bad, like it or not, I carry both the scars and the hope of that old mantra I once embraced so tightly.

Fuck the man.

Only now, it means something very different to me.

It no longer means hating authority for the sake of hating authority. It no longer means assuming older equals wrong or traditional equals stupid. It no longer means romanticizing self-destruction or confusing recklessness with freedom.

Now it means protecting your individuality in a world constantly trying to flatten it.

It means resisting groupthink.

It means questioning systems that profit from fear, outrage, division, and conformity.

It means refusing to surrender your humanity to ideology.

It means not letting corporations, politics, religion, algorithms, influencers, tribes, or mobs tell you who you are supposed to be.

It means learning how to think instead of simply choosing sides.

It means remaining curious enough to evolve.

Ironically, the older I get, the less interested I am in rebellion for rebellion’s sake. Most loud rebels eventually become their own version of “the man” anyway. That’s one of life’s great cosmic jokes. The hippies become executives. The anti-establishment radicals become rigid ideologues. The free thinkers create new tribes with new rules and new forms of social punishment.

Human beings are tribal creatures. Always have been.

But somewhere inside me, there is still that restless kid refusing to fully kneel before consensus reality. Thank God for that. Or maybe, given my worldview, thank evolution for that.

Because despite all my mistakes, despite all the arrogance, despite all the wrong turns, despite all the smug certainty of youth, there was one instinct buried inside that younger version of myself that I’m grateful never fully died: the instinct to question.

To look harder.

To doubt easy answers.

To wander.

To resist becoming fully domesticated.

And maybe that’s the healthier version of “fuck the man” I carry today. Not rage. Not rebellion. Not adolescent defiance. Just the quiet determination to remain fully awake in a world constantly asking us to sleepwalk.

Jack.

[Frank Doorhof @frankdoorhof]

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[Kyle Hester - Actor / Filmmaker @KyleDHester]

Gooooood morning my friends!!

[Frank Doorhof @frankdoorhof]

almost ready for another tip filled episode of digital classroom.

Are you ready to learn how flexible the magnetic system and rogue accessories are ?

Tune in on https://t.co/BdhBFpzOGF

[Frank Doorhof @frankdoorhof]

Just finished the digital classroom episode.
During the broadcast i showed you a quick peak into the latest beta of the awesome Reblum plugin.

I did not mentioned we have a discount code for Reblum.
Check https://t.co/mANbEIpriA

And some of the results 😉
Model : Felisa

[Peter Lopez @YoPedro]

Iconic talents from a lifetime ago...

[Frank Doorhof @frankdoorhof]

The main idea is of course to always have a nice background and take out clutter... But does that always mean you can't include parts of the studio ?

#iqwire #clickbackdrops #geekoto #AQCOLOR #alphapro #rogue #borisfx #modelphotography #workshops

[Frank Doorhof @frankdoorhof]

We recently did a great shoot in the tulips with Claudia
Read all about it on my blog :

https://t.co/5w5qDBgTDN

#iqwire #clickbackdrops #geekoto #AQCOLOR #alphapro #rogue #borisfx #modelphotography #workshops

[Frank Doorhof @frankdoorhof]

Need something to speed up your workflow for skin retouching ?

Check my review of #reblum
I've been using it for a few weeks now and it's awesome 😉

https://t.co/RtqzYtaeit

We update the blog regularly with articles and tutorials so make sure to bookmark it.

[Cynthia Woolf @CynthiaWoolf]

When Cordelia leaves to marry David, she believes she's left Richard behind her. But like a bad penny, he shows up in her new town making the same demands only this time he threatens Margie. A HUSBAND FOR CORDELIA! Book 2 in The Brides of Golden City Nook: https://t.co/7ndvs6Z4pk

[Frank Doorhof @frankdoorhof]

Somehow i mostly gravitate towards landscape mode.
The images "breath" more when you use the negative space

Btw I would love to rename that to positive space seeing how much impact it has on the image 😉

But sometimes the portrait mode also works 😉
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