Jim Harris Studios Slide Show

This has been something in the works for a while now. I've been wanting to put a slide show of my most current work together that also includes some general information about the studio. Most of my inquiries are by email and for the past year I've answered and followed up in a variety of ways. Now I think I can send this slide show link and feel that the bases are covered.

This has all come together at a pretty good time. Just yesterday I found out I was accepted into the WPJA (Wedding Photojournalist's Association). I don't belong to any other trade organizations, but I felt that this was one I wanted to be in. This was my third time applying so I was happy to finally get in.

This organization is also particular about music licensing. So instead of using commercial music for my slide show I asked my friend Matt in LA to write a short piece for me. I gave him a sense of the mood I was looking for and he went at it and came up with this piece of music. I like it more every time I listen to it...and I've listened to it about a hundred times now as I've put the slide show together. If you haven't been to Matt's website, check out all the shows he's written music for. To sit in his studio and watch this dude make music, like I did a couple weeks ago, is a sight to see. He's like a conductor of an orchestra except there is no orchestra, just keyboards, computer screens, mixing boards and a music software samples. I guarantee that if you watch TV even a little bit, you've already heard his music.

At any rate, the slide show is embedded on the blog, but I'd recommend clicking the link here to watch the HD version. The slideshow will also be linked to the JIMHARRISSTUDIOS.COM site.

Christmas in Philadelphia

Phillies 2008 from Jim Harris Images on Vimeo.

I think I’m better now. I think I may be healed. It was one week ago this morning that we were in LA and our friend Ian was driving us to the airport. It was six in the morning and these guys weren’t up ten minutes and I was preaching of our return to the promised land. Three thousand miles and 28 years later we might just win the World Series. It was tough not watching the first four games in Philly, but my friends out there are all baseball people and almost all of them had their teams in the playoffs, but supported us all week, despite my dubious behavior at times.

When I took a self-imposed-time-out in another room, they sent in 16 month old Zoe with the Phillies foam finger to smoke me out. It was great time and now we were going back to Philly with a 3-1 lead in the World Series. We landed, grabbed our luggage and returned home only to run out the door to Henry James to watch it wrap up. Mother Nature had other things in mind. At least to some it was Mother Nature. I knew it was actually the Baseball Gods making sure that we really wanted/deserved it. All those people, including myself, that were already thinking of a Parade would be tested when the game was called in the 6th due to a rain monsoon. I heard it described as going to a New Years Party and midnight never came. We went home, we waited to see what would happen and in the meantime, I went up to my folks to get our dog Frank. In only a hundred mile distance I ran into a snowstorm in the Poconos and got stuck in stand-still traffic for a couple hours on Interstate 80. Just enough time to listen to sports radio and ponder how this could be the end-be-all of Philadelphia collapses. Only in Philadelphia could you have a 3-1 lead in the World Series and still feel like the Grinch with all the kids toys in a sleigh teetering on the cliff over Whoville.

The skies cleared and the game continued two days later. Only 3 innings. No problem. Kristen and I suited up and returned to Henry James for the strangest Game 5 in World Series history. It started with a Pinch Hitter and the first inning ended with the seventh inning stretch.
The place was packed and we were squeezed in hanging on every pitch. We took the lead and then they tied it up again. Then Pat Burrell who hadn’t had a hit all series, smacked the longest double I’d ever seen in that park. That would eventually be the winning run. A strange thing happened though between that scored run and the euphoria that would follow the final strike out. I knew we were going to win. It was an unfamiliar and positive epiphany. To most it would seem like a no-brainer… those watching outside southeastern Pennsylvania. Watching Brad Lidge trot in I knew we were going to win this thing. I put my camera away and just watched it happen. It took forever and two days but we won the World Series.

I didn’t see anything on the TV after that last out. Nobody here did. We jumped around and hugged total strangers and then took it to the streets. We partied and danced in the traffic. When I looked at my phone an hour or so later, I had a half dozen voicemails and 15 text messages. Countless emails would follow the next day.

Now I don’t know if I deserved everyone’s best wishes. I know I haven’t always been the easiest to watch a game with. I could squeeze even the littlest joy out of a game if given the opportunity. As I told my buddy Ian, it isn’t easy. He's a Cubs fan, he understands. I don’t know why it’s so important. I’d like to blame genetics or someone else, like my dad who every summer drove us 200 miles to watch Phillies games when were kids. I’d like to blame the curse or even Joe Buck, but I think it was just 28 years of never winning.

The point is… I think I’m healed. Whatever happened this week was the right prescription to fully balance the likes of Jim Harris. Sure, I’ll probably need to tweak the cocktail in the years to come, but I think we’re all better now. With this World Series I promise to never boo again. I promise not to scare your children or pets. I promise to not make you want to root against me.

Friday morning I got up and joined the Phillies and two million people on Broad Street. I was there the weekend they closed the Vet, I was there the weekend they opened our new ballpark, but I’ve never seen a time when this city was so in love with itself. I think they call it pride. Who knew?

The Phillies - 2008

It's a good week in Philadelphia. So what better time to take a vacation? Yeah, as a lifelong professional Philadelphia Fan, you don't generally tend to take World Series possibilities into consideration when your scheduling your vacation back in June. No worries though. This is a very good problem to have. The city is already electric and we'll be taking some of that electricity to the west coast where we'll watch the games with our friends....one of which has saved just enough skin on his right arm for another Red Sox World Series tattoo. So we'll see how that goes...

I got a bunch of emails and calls from yuz guys to congratulate. I appreciate it and yes, I hope we deserve it. It's been a long time since '93. I was on a flight out of Toronto when the Blue Jays hit the walk off homer to win that series. It's been a longer time yet since my folks poked an eleven year old in a beanbag chair to wake up and watch Tug Mcgraw get the last out of our only World Series.

When you take this stuff seriously, and those of you that have watched just an ordinary regular season ballgame with me will tell you I take it too seriously, you really live for weeks like this. It's fun and while I'm thrilled we're in the series, I don't have to tell you that it's not good enough to lose now. I've said since mid-season that if the Phils got hot at the right time, they could win it all. When I was Johnny Negadelphian, my buddy Joe and my wife were there to maintain a positive perspective. The Phillies are in a great spot now, so why not.

It's been a story book year for my involvement with this team. Something I didn't really think about until I started to pull together the pictures for this posting. 2 Spring Training games in FLA with my folks, a couple regular season games and 2 post-season games. My buddy Jack (Team Tacos for you Fantasy Football people) hooked me up with the first playoff game....and my buddy Alan (Tusk Monkeys) sold me his extra playoff tix for the Dodgers series. When we got to our seats for this game my friend BJ was three seats over in the same row. BJ and I grew up on the same block and our Dads used to take us to the Vet for games when we were kids. It was just funny. There was one dude in that section that was wound as tight as me, living and dying on every pitch....and that was BJ (The Management for FF people).
In addition to the games, I was able to do some work with the team this year. JRoll's charity event that I posted about previously and then the ALS event later in the summer. It's pretty cool to see these dudes outside the game and interacting in the real world. As far as I could tell, these guys are all pretty grounded and people you wouldn't mind hanging out with. I got to give Jroll pictures of his family from his event. I got to thank Chris Coste for answering my dad's email after he read his book, I got to wish Harry Kalas a speedy recover after his eye surgery and I got to tell Pat Burrell to adjust his stance and slow things down a little at the plate.

It's been a great year. Hopefully it has a little greatness yet to come. If we could win one more before I'm 40, there might be a chance that we could win one or two more before I'm 80. Maybe I'll be able to take it a little less serious...maybe I'll get a tattoo.

Random Thoughts before Kickoff...

Eagles Opening Day from Jim Harris Images on Vimeo.


Eagles, Cowboys, Monday Night Football. I've told anybody that would listen to me this week that it's too early for this. I'm not ready for a Birds/Cowboys clash in week 2. Why couldn't we do the Cardinals or a quiet AFC match-up. Even a division rival warm up with the Skins or the Giants would have been better for my health and the collective health of our brotherly city.

After we saw a pleasant season opener thrashing of the Rams last week, we have to go straight to a playoff type game. I know as well as anyone that a win doesn't mean we're in the Super Bowl and a loss shouldn't mean the fastest route to the Walt Witman Bridge, but it will seem that way. Yeah, last week was what I would call a perfect game. We won by 35 points, no penalties, no injuries and I didn't swear once. My wife and I both enjoyed a football game. Why can't it be this way every week?

When I think of the Eagles-Cowboys prime-time rivalry I recall many many games and most of them didn't have a happy ending. The Eagles have done well in recent years, but it hardly fades the memories of all those losses to the Cowboys of the nineties.

I've watched many of these games with my Dad and my Uncle Bobby. We've all been long suffering, but at least my Uncle has the comfort of that championship back in 1960. It's been a lot of years since then, but I'm still jealous that he has such a memory.

I remember a game back in '96 when we gathered at my folks place on Sterling Street where I grew up in Wilkes-Barre. My Uncle was in visiting from El Paso. He showed up in his usual Eagles wardrobe, head to toe. New this year though was his inflatable Eagles helmet. I don't see much of these anymore, but they were pretty popular 10 years back. My uncle loved this helmet and was proud to add it to his game-day uniform. Earlier that day, he was transporting the helmet from the car to my Grandmother's house where he was staying. He caught the helmet on the rose bushes out front and his prized helmet deflated before he got to the door.

My Grandmother took out her sewing kit and a First Aid kit and patched the helmet in time for the game that Monday night. He showed up with his repaired baloon helmet and we watched one of the most enjoyable first halves I could remember. The Eagles were leading the Cowboys after so many seasons of losing to them. The tides turned quickly as the second half began with a season ending injury to our quarterback, Rodney Peete and the Birds ended up losing 23-19.

The memory of my Uncle walking back to his car after that game sums up so many Eagles Cowboys games for me. It was dark and I could see him under the one single street lamp on Sterling Street fumbling for his keys. His head was hung low and his patched over-sized inflatable helmet was nearly out of air.

YouTube, Whitney and the Art of the Point and Shoot Video Clip

Last night my friend Joe and I went to see The Fratellis at the TLA in South Philadelphia. Kristen decided not to go because of the two opening acts and the 11pm start time for the Fratellis and it being a work night. When Joe told his wife we were going she asked him if he was still in college?

Joe and I have been going to concerts for almost 25 years. Our first was The Hooters at Wilkes College in Wilkes-Barre. One of the best may have been Billy Idol at the Allentown Fairgrounds just before we went off to college. The most memorable may have been Whitney Houston at Hershey Stadium (what?, we thought she was hot...and she was in 1987!) Joe harassed Whitney by shouting out the same request for an hour. Whitney eventually walked back to the band, called an audible, came back to the front of the stage, knelt down and proceeded to sing a one verse ballad to Joe. It was a long drive back from Hershey that night and twenty years later I still hear about it. Joe went on to be an attorney, Whitney went on to be a crackhead.

Since moving to Philadelphia Joe and I have seen a couple more shows. Last night was the Fratellis. We arrived on South Street to find a line of kids around the corner waiting to get in and claim their position at the front of the stage. It was 8 o'clock and there was no way we were going to go in and suffer through two opening bands with a bunch of kids. So we went to the bar next door, ate a hamburger, drank some beers and managed to watch half a football game. We then made it over just in time for the Fratellis at 11. We walked upstairs with the rest of the over 21 old heads and claimed our space. Eventually, a spot opened up in the balcony where the house videographer just vacated. We jumped in there and had the best spot in the joint. It was move that only a couple grizzly vets could have made.

Now I nearly had my camera confiscated at the door, but somehow made it through claiming that I wouldn't take pictures. But what was I going to do now that I had the best vantage point in the house?

My first YouTube clip was last summer after seeing the Fratellis at our XPN Festival in Camden. It's a great clip and I decided on the ferry trip back to Philly that I was going open up a YouTube account and post this clip. If all the kids could do it, so can I. I posted it and have posted several since. I've got a couple subcribers to my account, but I think Joe is my biggest fan. We saw the Hold Steady last year at the same place and were buried in the back. I was too far away to take still pictures, but made this clip of their closer. Sometimes it's just luck and you really capture a moment. I think this is one of those times.

At this point of the game, Joe is always curious to see if we could do better. If you like the Fratellis, you should like these clips. Flathead is the song from the Itunes commercial and
Baby Frattelli was the closer.

I'm amazed at the traffic that these clips get. I compare it to some of my photography exhibitions where I put these pictures on the wall, put a guest book at the door, and over the course of a month you may get a couple hundred people to look at your work. Now I'm not comparing the quality of work of Jim Harris Images to a point and shoot video clip, but that Hold Steady clip has had 3,500 hits. The Flight of the concords clips have had almost 10,000.

It wasn't until watching these new Fratelli clips this morning that I started thinking of those kids in the front rows. They are awesome. They stood there since 8 o'clock for that very moment five hours later. Joe and I had that moment watching Billy Idol a million years ago. I still get in there from time to time.

We almost didn't make it though. After hanging at the bar for three hours we talked about just going home. It was only a fifteen dollar ticket. It wouldn't be a great loss. I don't think we seriously discussed it, but it did cross our mind. I told Joe that if we went home we could mark down September 4th, 2008 as the night we officially got old.

Besides, I owed it to my minions of YouTube fans to get these clips online.

Rodney & Jennie

I just wanted to post this picture. Rodney's Dad passed away two nights ago. I only met him a couple times, but I think this picture shows his kind personality and the kind of person he was. A lot of you know Rodney from our wedding. He was the one driving the van, shooting the bachelor party, rehearsal dinner and wedding....and playing piano during dinner. We work together often, throw each other jobs when we can and have breakfast once a week to talk shop and plot how we're going to take over the world. I just wanted to send our best out to Rodney and Jennie and their family in Virginia.

Jimmy Rollins Charity Event

A couple weeks ago I had the opportunity to shoot a Phillies charity event. It was a Jimmy Rollins sponsored event for a camp that helps children with Arthritis. It was at one of the local bowling alleys in the city. For those of you that know me, I found this to be a pretty cool way to work and spend an afternoon. Since working in Hollywood, I'm not exactly star-struck so I didn't end up with any autographed baseballs, but I could have. The entire team was there. My liaison for the event did send me a Jimmy Rollins autographed Sporting News....so that's cool.






Here are more shots from the event.