#fleisher photography

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Paramore at The State Farm Arena in Atlanta, Georgia (2023) by Fleisher Photography

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Fleisher's Hotel. Famous landmark in Voss.

[brokenpiecesshine]

Billie Eilish, live at Music Midtown (16/09/2023).

📸 Fleisher Photography

[chacha-5]

Ameris Bank Amphitheatre, Alpharetta, GA,

09.18.2022

📸 by Fleisher Photography (insta fleisherphotography)

[ornamentodeux]

It certainly looked like it in my neighborhood.  I took these pictures today on the walk home from the pottery studio.

  And here’s one of the cacti from Bob’s garden.    I know it looks like a bunch of deflated balloons now, but its cactus pads will be stiff as soldiers come summer.

  I have been busy making mugs and  I’ll post a few pictures in the coming weeks.  In the meantime, here are some of my favorite pieces from the Fleisher Student Show.

Has Spring Finally Sprung? It certainly looked like it in my neighborhood.  I took these pictures today on the walk home from the pottery studio.

[velvetdestroya]

I think it’s clear they own the stage at Ameris Bank Amphitheatre, Alpharetta (Atlanta), Georgia on September 18, 2022. 

[photo credit; fleisher photography]   

[karianneblog]

Pour cette photographie, je me suis inspirée un peu du style de Alain Fleischer. 2006. Moule de carrosserie. C’est une photo d’un verre d’eau sur ma table que j’ai prise avec la lumière du soleil. J’ai placé l’image sur la verticale afin de donner une petite touche abstraite. Nous avons tendance à observer l’image un peu plus longtemps et à se questionner. Fleisher a pris une photographie d’un objet quand même commun et a réussi a faire quelque chose d’abstrait et c’est ce que j’ai voulu faire avec mon image. Le jeu de lumière présent sur son image est intéressante, on y voit quelques touches de lumière un peu partout sur la carrosserie. J’ai voulu mettre un peu plus l’accent sur la lumière, donc j’ai jouer avec celle-ci et le verre. Les effets de lumière dans le verre et sur la table donne un effet assez intéressant et intrigant. De plus, il y a l’utilisation des courbes et un aspect assez doux au niveau de l’atmosphère.

[paracunt]

Paramore at The State Farm Arena in Atlanta, Georgia (2023) by Fleisher Photography

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Week 3 [Wednesday: Research]

Max Fleisher - [Betty Boop]

Max Fleischer was an American animator, inventor, film director and producer, and studio founder and owner. Born in Krakow, Fleischer immigrated to the United States where he became a pioneer in the development of the animated cartoon and served as the head of Fleischer Studios, which he co-founded with his younger brother Dave.

He brought such animated characters as Koko the Clown, Betty Boop, Popeye, and Superman to the movie screen, and was responsible for a number of technological innovations, including the Rotoscope, the "Bouncing Ball" song films, and the "Stereoptical Process". Film director Richard Fleishcer was his son.

Eadweard Mybridge – Horse / first ever animation

When a horse trots or gallops, does it ever become fully airborne? This was the question photographer Eadweard Muybridge set out to answer in 1878. Railroad tycoon and former California governor Leland Stanford was convinced the answer was yes and commissioned Muybridge to provide proof. Muybridge developed a way to take photos with an exposure lasting a fraction of a second and, with reporters as witnesses, arranged 12 cameras along a track on Stanford’s estate.

As a horse sped by, it tripped wires connected to the cameras, which took 12 photos in rapid succession. Muybridge developed the images on site and, in the frames, revealed that a horse is completely aloft with its hooves tucked underneath it for a brief moment during a stride. The revelation, imperceptible to the naked eye but apparent through photography, marked a new purpose for the medium. It could capture truth through technology. Muybridge’s stop-motion technique was an early form of animation that helped pave the way for the motion-picture industry, born a short decade later.

Richard Williams

David Perry – Aladdin + Earthworm Jim

David Perry is a Northern Irish video game developer and programmer. He became prominent for programming platform games for 16-bit home consoles in the early to mid 1990s, including Disney's Aladdin, Cool Spot, and Earthworm Jim. He founded Shiny Entertainment, where he worked from 1993 to 2006.

Perry created games for companies such as Disney, 7 Up, McDonald’s, Orion Pictures, and Warner Bro’s.In 2008 he was presented with an honorary doctorate from Queen’s University Belfast for his services to computer gaming. He was the co-founder & CEO of cloud-based games service Gaikai, which was acquired by Sony Computer Entertainment. In 2017 Perry became the co-founder & CEO of a customer Intelligence startup called GoVYRL, Inc. developing a new advanced brand dashboard called Carro.

The Act by Cecropia

The Act is an interactive movie arcade video game originally produced by American studio Cecropia in the United States in 2007. The game is an interactive cartoon featuring the hand-drawn art of a number of former Disney animators. It was test marketed in selected locations throughout North America in 2006, and it received generally favorable press coverage. The game was cancelled in late 2007,and Cecropia shut its doors in early 2008. The game was later ported to iOS and OSX by React Entertainment and published by Chillingo in June 2012.

[insane-control-room]

The Sketch

Chapter two, segment three

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full chapter on Ao3 here

Caution eludes everyone.

After spending most of his time outside of his studio for the better half of a month, he finally returned to his very nearly spotless apartment, instantly messing it up by tossing his suit jacket onto the couch, and leaving a drunk glass of tea on the table (also not cleaning up the teapot or honey jar he used). A spider had made its home on the sill of his window while he was gone, and he did not have the heart to take it away, and instead gave it a small smile and a naughty bug he found attacking one of his strawberries as he was weeding them in the evening. A computer bug, that is. He had been spotting them more and more often around, and he took it as a good sign. It meant that his powers were waxing, and he was able to fix his mistakes faster and better. Or it just meant he was getting sick again. Either or. It did not matter much to him. It was not his fault he was happy, and therefore putting more time and effort into things he preferred. You could perhaps blame him, but would that really be kind? Or proper? Gee, ain’t that unbiased?

He should have known that others would not be happy with his contented state.

He should have been more cautious.

But should he have?

Was there a choice?

He tried to be as careful as he could be, retracting steps, hiding connections, pretending to get into cabs to slip out the other door.

There was a creak on the stairs.

Johan froze. He grabbed the shovel he started using as a self defence weapon and crept toward the stairs. He immediately backtracked in the direction of the window with the trellis, and threw the shovel the door.

A loud swear emanated from it, and Johan jumped out the window, swinging onto the climbing vines, and attempted a quick ascent. A pale hand swiped at his ankle, trying to drag him back. A thorn pricked his thumb, and a globule of blood welled up. Bad luck, he registered, feeling a dizzying sensation rush through his body. Oh, how terribly he loathed  the sight of his own blood!

He scrambled upwards as fast as he could physically could, his hand brushing the roof, about to pull pull himself up onto it, and

His legs gave out.

With a shriek, he lost his balance, and crashed downward, landing heavily into his rose bushes at the base of his building.

He groaned from the pokey feeling pricking his his body, having torn his shirt in his descent, but was grateful that they stopped him from breaking something. Like his back. He tried to push himself up, but his legs collapsed, leaving him curled up on the dirt and pebble path. He gasped, trembling, muttering curses in all the languages he knew as he remained there, paralyzed in pain and agony, forced to wait it out.

Sirens ran in his mind, he was in danger, and he could hardly move to get away.

The Flynn syndicate! Seriously? Of all the criminals and hitmen out there, why did it have to be them? Why? The one sect he would never dare to hurt in any which way, shape, or form? The ones he once loved as brothers, those who forgot who he was as he desperately tried to save them? Why them, why them?

Cursing his legs, he forced himself up, thorns scratching his palms. Some blood stained his shirt, and he pulled his mask on to shield himself from any hits to the face or whatnot.

He slowly crept outward toward his bee hives, just for some protection and hoping no one would look for him there, even though he knew it was a false hope. He, in his heart, just wanted a little bit of peace before the end.

He hobbled to the apiary, and sank against it, inhaling the smell of honey and wood.

Johan’s breathing slowed as he relaxed, no longer fighting the inevitable.

“Is that him?” he heard. His nose dripped blood. He tried to stand, tried to make one last fighting breath. As he rose to his full height, there was a short laugh. “That’s definitely him.”

“I hate Disney,” Joey muttered under his breath, scowling behind his mask. “And Fleisher can kiss my ass, if he’s even tall enough to do that.”

The hive hummed behind him. The eighteen year old entrepreneur glanced at it, gripping his cane tightly.

“Forgive me,” he sighed, hefting the cane up, back, and swinging it around. The buzz grew to a deafening roar as he smacked the honey generator with his cane. The speed the men slowly surrounded him reduced all the more as they warily noted the sound. And then the bees swarmed out, a buzzing, angry, hissing mass of madness and pain for those foolhardy enough to provoked those adorably irked hive minded beings of fluffy stinging.

Irish screams and curses filled the air, and Johan tried to sneak away as the bees stung and swarmed around the Flynn syndicate. But then there was a tap on his shoulder, a punch on his eye, and he tried to run, but a red jumpsuit slammed into his vision, and then into his chest. He felt his ribs creak, and he worried that one or more broke. Then his back said hello to the ground, the air rushing out of his lungs. Stars danced in his eyes, and he went limp as his muscles all gave out at once. He was flipped onto his back, arms tightened behind his back.

“G-gently, please,” he muttered into the dirt his head was being held against. To his relief, the ropes were slackened. “Thank you.”

He was pulled up, lead backwards to a four wheeler, and jostled into a seat, two of the Flynn’s on either side of him. His head drooped, he panting as his heart and head pounded in an excruciating unison. Blood dripped from his nose and lip, staining his shirt.

The vehicle stopped, and he was dragged out of the car, pulled up stairs into an empty, unlight, and unwelcoming building. He shuddered as he was shoved into a chair, and his chest was constricted with rope, and he could viscerally feel each of his ribs move in his skin. Johan gasped, his breath hitching in aching pain, and he held it - knowing that continuing to breathe would only make it all the more worse. A hand reached around the band of his mask, and he panicked, thrashing his head to avoid being known for who he was.

“N-no! Please!” he cried out, begging his captor with a useless plea. “D-don’t! Please, please, don’t! Don’t! I-I’ll do anything, don’t take my mask!”

“Sorry, Mr. Drew, no can do,” a grim irish accented voice intoned as the hand gripping the mask pulled, and Johan felt his connection to the magical mask go taut, snapped, and became oh so limp. “Photography was requested, by his truly, the honorable Mr. Disney.”

“Honorable my ass!” Johan spat, a bit of blood escaping his lips. “Give me back my mask!”

Lights flashed on, most likely for the proof pictures the Flynn syndicate planned on taking.

“Fuck! Sh-Shit!” Joey thrashed, and writhed, twisting and yanking on his bonds. “Damnit, fuck! Sh-Shawn, lemme go, let me go!”

His cheeks were suddenly grabbed and held, blue grey eyes staring deeply into his own.

“Johan…” Joey shivered as Shawn breathed his name. It felt like something was right in the world, clicking firmly into place. “Shite, you’re so… young.”

“Yer like a kid!” Marvin gasped, gawking at him. He came closer to inspect him better. “... damnit, you are a kid! How old are you, Joey? Sixteen?!”

“Eighteen!” Johan corrected him with some offense. “Give me some credit, for heaven’s sake! I have a g-goddamn beard and moustache! A-and I’ll be turning nineteen in like, uh, three weeks!”

“Still a baby,” Henrik firmly stated the plain fact. “Good god, you look so so young Johan….”

“I get it, I, I get it!” Johan desperately stuttered. “I look young! Okay! Fine!”

“We gotta sneak him out of here,” Sean told the others. “Like… this ain’t ok.”

“Agreed,” Jack nodded. “But how are we gonna do that?”

“I might just have an idea,” Chase muttered, looking at the overly large garbage can. “Might just have an idea….”

[themaggierogers]

Maggie Rogers performs at Shaky Knees Music Festival on May 5, 2019 in Atlanta, Georgia.

📸: Fleisher Photography.

[brokenpiecesshine]

Billie Eilish, live at Music Midtown (16/09/2023).

📸 Fleisher Photography

[chacha-5]

Ameris Bank Amphitheatre, Alpharetta, GA,

09.18.2022

Ma by Fleisher Photography (insta

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Arctic Monkeys in Atlanta, 6/19/18 By Fleisher Photography

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Lennon Stella // Shaky Knees Festival // Atlanta, April 29th 2022 // Photography via Ryan Fleisher

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Fleisher's 122nd Annual Faculty Show

Fleisher’s 122nd Annual Faculty Show

Some selected works from Fleisher’s 122nd annual Faculty Show. The works this year range from oils and photography to collage, prints, mosaic, mixed media, sewing and ceramics, Robert Reinhardt The Circle Game Kayoko Paw Bowls Marie Elcin Touch Inga Kimberly Brown Captivating Ron Fran Gallun Flight of Fancy Daisy Diamond Vessel of Sewn Memory Dianne Koppish-Hricko Cycle Claire Brill…