{"id":11535,"date":"2021-07-27T17:59:00","date_gmt":"2021-07-28T00:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/BigJimIndustries.com\/wordpress\/?p=11535"},"modified":"2021-07-29T18:02:07","modified_gmt":"2021-07-30T01:02:07","slug":"bourdain-and-a-boner","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/2021\/07\/27\/bourdain-and-a-boner\/","title":{"rendered":"Bourdain and a Boner"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.vanityfair.com\/style\/2021\/07\/bourdain-my-camera-and-me\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">from Vanity Fair<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<h1 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Bourdain, My Camera, and Me<\/h1>\n\n\n\n<p>The photographer behind one of the most indelible images taken of the late chef remembers their friendship\u2014and the way it evolved over time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>BY\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.vanityfair.com\/contributor\/melanie-dunea_1422824122850\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">MELANIE DUNEA<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/media.vanityfair.com\/photos\/60fad7643326e9e8e59be14a\/master\/w_1600,c_limit\/Melanie-Dunea-Bourdain-Bone-Lede.jpg\" alt=\"\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>The bone kept sliding out of my hand. I had picked it up at Ottomanelli &amp; Sons on Bleecker Street, overloaded and teetering at the counter, balancing my cameras, my tripod bag, while I explained to the guy what I needed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThe biggest you\u2019ve got,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He wrapped it up in paper and I was on my way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The moment I walked out of the butcher shop I realized how slippery and wide the bone was. I could have splurged for a taxi, or asked for an assistant to meet me, but I was still in the business of proving myself to the world by trying to do it all myself. Besides, I was so close, not far at all to the photo studio in the West Village, and look, all I had to do was place a thumb under the masking tape on the butcher paper and I could hold it all together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>This day, I knew I had to be early. Tony Bourdain might have been known as a badass and truth speaker but he was always early. I was shooting for\u00a0<em>My Last Supper,<\/em>\u00a0my first solo book. Tony\u2019s would be one of 50 images in a project meant to mark a moment in history. All around me, chefs were coming out of the kitchen and becoming hot-shit celebs. I would ask each of them the same six questions and then photograph them. I had imposed no rules upon myself for this project, no must-dos. This was a relief from executing clients\u2019 and art directors\u2019 visions. I only wanted to push myself creatively. My wish was that each photograph reflected who the chef was at the moment they stood in front of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>[ <a href=\"https:\/\/www.vanityfair.com\/style\/2021\/07\/bourdain-my-camera-and-me\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">click to continue reading at VF<\/a> ]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>from Vanity Fair Bourdain, My Camera, and Me The photographer behind one of the most indelible images taken of the late chef remembers their friendship\u2014and the way it evolved over time. BY\u00a0MELANIE DUNEA The bone kept sliding out of my hand. I had picked it up at Ottomanelli &amp; Sons on Bleecker Street, overloaded and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":26,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11535","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-culture-art"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11535","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/26"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11535"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11535\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11535"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11535"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11535"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}