Before the winter break my room mate, Anthony, left a note in my cereal box:
Posted: January 25, 2012 Filed under: Photography, A Day in the Life of Common Strangers | Tags: love, Rudy, Pete, brotherhood, friendship, college, seventyseven, strangers, marc, Anthony Petrella, Pierre, room mate, white, black, bros 1 Comment »Pete, We were supposed to go driving today… It has been snowing since 2:30 AM. Tho
ugh beautiful, even I would not drive today.
By the way it’s about 7:15 AM.
I spent my night in the kitchen watching the snowfall. I feel at peace here, alone with the ovens on and their doors open for heat. It’s so toasty. The sun is rising… cannot see it though… the sky is turning a pretty pink. It was beautiful transition, though… the snow I mean. At first… it didn’t stick… just covered the limp green in a hypothermic frost…man… I would hate to be the grass… then, the green turned to white. It was slow at first … but it caught on very quickly… then the roads… cars… buildings, until everything was white… Is White. Perfection.
The best part… footprints. Watching people walk to campus… leaving harsh black imperfections in the snow… only to see them covered with the forgiving and patient white snow. It’s as if… the endothermic reaction that occurred upon compression failed to blush the reputation of winters; a soft handed realization to an unyielding life. I hope to someday share such a transition with you.
All is white except the ground under the post… orange form the light above. One can sense the jealousy that quivers between the filament to filament; time-and-a-half pay to disrupt the process.
“Just stop trying. You’re embarrassing yourself… stop! PLEASE!”
But, boy… is it pretty. Street lamps turn off…one… by one…by one.
Lights, camera…action! Friday has begun.
I want you to take one thing home with you this holiday.
Can you do that? A piece of knowledge if you will.
You’re an inspiration and it’s an honor to know you. Just promise me one thing…
Promise me… you’ll never let the snow cover you up.
With more love than this world can count on,
Anthony Petrella.
P.S: You know they say that the people who stay friends forever meet in college?
You and me kiddo.
Little Black Booking
Posted: December 15, 2011 Filed under: A Day in the Life of Common Strangers Leave a comment »Haven’t wrote in a while. I remember that episode in Fresh Prince of Bel Air with Will and his Little Black Book. Contained with the numbers of many different women. I wonder if I had a black book for the purpose of saving numbers of women would I be able to fill it? No. It would probably end after the entries of my mother, grandmother, aunt, and some good sisters.
I have this little black book not to fill with numbers or digits but rather thoughts filled with feelings. I find myself walking to class and simultaneously writing on the legs of her pages. Or when the professor fails to captivate my thoughts I whisper on the lines of her paper with a pen. When I should be writing that seven-page paper due on Monday, my face is buried deep in the crevices of her black leather cover scribbling away.
It seems the post for this blog has transition into my pocket, where it is for my eyes only. The book is sheltered from the province of punctuation where commas and semi-colons guard the entrance before the masses can read it. The little black book is protected from the cruel cynics’ criticism. There is no pressure to relate to other because in my little black book I am king, peasant, and slave. I write the words and at the very same time, I live it. But there are some things I write; I know it should be shared. At a roundtable discussion with my pen and my little black book, we agreed that the poem below will be suffice.
Rain reminds me of the day you left.
Gravity taking its course.
No matter how hard I tried to fight it with my umbrella of pride,
The wetness still found it’s way to my cheek.
And because it is cold, it refuses to dry beneath my pores.
I wish it would stop raining from my face,
And the umbilical cord that connects the cause and effect of emotion to physical output, would just erode away.
Cold Feet?
Posted: October 5, 2011 Filed under: A Day in the Life of Common Strangers, Editorial, Photography | Tags: Art, artisan, cold-feet?, expression, jobs, Photography, professions, robots, Rudy Strangers, santa, the-climb 3 Comments »I always get this chill at the back of my spine every time I find myself gathered in a circle of individuals sharing his and hers aspiring occupations. Maybe, every time it’s only my ears that hear the sound of crickets conversing in the wind after I announce what my profession is going to be. It often feels as if at the moment I’m done stating what I do, a man cloaked within a nearby bush, will hop out and scream “seriously?”, as if what I just said was a joke. It’s not just me because I can see it on people’s faces. When I’m standing in a circle among future doctors, lawyers, and teachers, and I blurt out “photography” as my future, they all give me this “he must be crazy” look as if I’m dress up as Santa and a calendar just flipped its pages until it stopped on July. Still, I guess I’ve been sort of questioning the importance or should I say significance of an artist compared to teachers, doctors, and lawyers in the world today. To be blunt, I couldn’t see past the mountains of importance they have. I couldn’t see why an artist could even consider themselves just as important as the other choices, because I didn’t see it saving someone’s life, or teaching kids, or even providing someone justice.

The Climb
Now, I’ve opened my eyes a bit, and I’m starting to see what was gleaming all along beyond those mountains; expression. I imagined a world without artist and all I could perceive was a dull place cursed in a colorless, monochrome for entirety. Perhaps that was a bit extreme. Regardless, I saw everyone as the same much like robots, walking in lines, proceeding every action in a well oiled, precise and scheduled motion. On the bright side, nothing was out-of-order and all the restrooms were clean, but simultaneously on the bad side, everyone became lifeless; walking, breathing, and living Dead.
I think we take for granted the roles of artisans and their ability to shape, create, and manipulate the World as if it were just another medium used for expression. They are just as important as other jobs, and if anything, they are more important. If I’m wrong, then tell me, however I’ll only ask you one thing: “If Art isn’t important than what is?”
Pins Realase Tonight.
Posted: July 10, 2011 Filed under: A Day in the Life of Common Strangers, Editorial Leave a comment »Simple as that folks. All you have to do is be one of the first two people to comment on the next post to get a FREE pin (which will be the official release of the pins.) Pins will be released about
10 O’CLOCK TONIGHT. SUPPORT STRANGERS
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The Cage
Posted: June 23, 2011 Filed under: A Day in the Life of Common Strangers, Gallery, Photography | Tags: baseball, cage, common strangers photography, Rudy Strangers, Seventysevenstrangers, the cage Leave a comment »A few weeks ago, I freelanced a baseball game. It was definitely exciting. I never knew I would enjoy watching baseball like that. The irony was that the team I was shooting actually lost the game… by a lot. Nevertheless they sure made some great pictures out of a horrible outing for them.




