The CEO of Montague Projects at 15 I recently realized that it was 20 years ago this month that I began the first and only photography class I would ever take (in retrospect I wish I had been a photo major in college, but, whatever). I still have all of the negatives I developed in the class (about 250 exposures), none of them are in good shape, they're covered in scratches and other marks. At one point I must have seen all of these on a contact sheet, but until I scanned them the other day I had never actually seen the full size images.
It's weird to open up a window to the past. The grainy 400 asa film and the damaged negs make the images seem even older and more distant than they are (click to enlarge the pix below to see what I mean). I took a lot of pictures of trees and buildings and other things which are now totally uninteresting. I wish I'd taken more pictures of my friends and classmates. The one really surprising discovery was that I had taken a picture of a stray shopping cart in the Scajaquada Creek. I suppose it shouldn't be a surprise, there has been a consistency to my artistic and aesthetic concerns from about age nine forward. It reminds me of something David Cronenberg said in an interview (although I think he was paraphrasing someone else in his answer). He was asked why all of his films dealt with such similar themes and his answer was that they were made by the same person.

I have been a bit slow about posting this summer (I truly don't know if anyone cares, the majority of people who visit this blog seem to be Googlers looking for pictures of the Japanese Giant Salamander). In any case, I plan on picking up the pace in the weeks to come. More 18th century turtles here.
I made a promise to myself about three years ago that I would try to visit more caves and caverns. Since then I have not visited a single one.

I have not been actively shooting stray shopping carts for the couple of years, but on Wednesday I was riding my bike to the gym and I saw this just 2 blocks from my house. I turned around and sped back to the house to get a camera. I have been waiting for years to find one of these kiddie-car-carts on the streets, and now it has finally happened. Unfortunately, the setting is rather unspectacular (I was hoping to find one in the Scajaquada Creek), and the light conditions were not ideal, but it is probably about 3 miles from its Source which is remarkable. When I passed this corner on my way back from the gym, the cart was gone.

I photographed these spiders in the act of mating. As you can see in close-up picture, their jaws are locked, and the male (left) has his pedipalps (read below), poking all around her body. Here is how Wikipedia breaks down the process:Sperm transmission from male to female occurs indirectly. When a male is ready to mate, he spins a web pad upon which he discharges his seminal fluid. He then dips his pedipalps (also known as palpi), the small, leg-like appendages on the front of his cephalothorax, into the seminal fluid, picking it up by capillary attraction. Mature male spiders have swollen bulbs on the end of their palps for this purpose, and this is a useful way to identify the sex of a spider in the field. With his palps thus charged he goes off in search of a female. Copulation occurs when the male inserts one or both palps into the female's genital opening, known as the epigyne. He transfers his seminal fluid into the female by expanding the sinuses in his palp. Once the sperm is inside her, she stores it in a chamber and only uses it during the egg-laying process, when the eggs come into contact with the male sperm for the first time and are fertilized; this may be why the vivipary has never evolved in spiders.
Shortly after I took this photograph they separated. The male was lucky to get out alive.
My friend John Opera has a show opening at Andrew Rafacz Gallery, (formerly Bucket Rider) in Chicago tomorrow night. Check out his site here.
My friend and Gallery mate Alicia Ross has a solo show opening tomorrow night. More at here. Black & White GalleryThe Chelsea TerminalWarehouse (Ground Floor)636 West 28th StreetNew York, NY 10001
I just did a very short, very fast interview on BBC2's national Chris Evans Drive Time show, about my Stray Shopping Cart book. I got the email from a producer this morning, later he called, did a pre-interview and we set up the on air interview for 6:10 pm GMT. I subsequently learned that my book had been mentioned in a Guardian article about the "Oddest Book Title Prize" (I won last year). Apparently there was a picture of the cover in the print version. I guess they are doing a weird book week on the show. I'm familiar with who Evans is, when I lived in England in 1996 he had a very popular TV show that I kind of liked. The interview went OK, like all the radio interviews I've done, I am set up to be this weirdo and then I have to quickly explain that I am an artist, it's a conceptual project, etc. In this case Evans said something like: "and now we go to an interview with Julian Montague, a guy who loved shopping trolleys so much he wrote a book about them." Needless to say that's not how I prefer to frame my artistic practice. But I'm not complaining, he was way nicer than the BBC World Service team that interviewed me last year, no one does dismissive like the BBC news. I find it kind of surreal that I was just on a show with 5 million listeners.