Friday, March 5th 2010

Juxtapoz Magazine Interview: Travis Jensen's San Francisco

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Isaac McKayRandozzi conducted an interview with me for the Juxtapoz Magazine website, which covers everything from writing, photography, skateboarding and crazy tales of The City, amongst other things.  Thanks again for the great opportunity, Isaac!

Travis Jensen is a writer and photographer based out of S.F. Like many others he was attracted to the city for its skate scene and the mythos that surrounds it. In the following interview you'll read why he has stayed and thrived in this city while so many others have used it as a migratory weigh point. His is a tale of almost the classic American experience, coming up from next to nothing and going on to achieve things that others never could not. Self made with a steely resolve and work ethic Travis has done things on his terms [...]

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Friday, February 19th 2010

"Welcome to San Franpsycho" Photo Show, Sat, March 6

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I have an upcoming photo show with my buddy Derek Poon (of 4Fifteen Clothing) at DWNTWN Skate Supply in San Francisco's Tendernob.

Titled "Welcome to San Franpsycho," show runs from March 6 thru May 6.

Opening reception is slated for Saturday, March 6, 6:00-10p.m. Show is comprised of photos taken in and around the vibrant city of San Francisco.

In conjunction with the show, we will be releasing a collab shirt with Frank Chu, one of San Francisco's most prolific characters.

See above flyer for more info.

Hope to see some of you there!

Travis

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Friday, February 12th 2010

George Nottle Revisited

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George Nottle, the whimsical guitar player, is no stranger on my Flickr photostream. You might recall the story I wrote about him a while back, where I talk about going on a three-week long mission to find George so I could give him a drawing that an artist I met via Flickr, Carl Purcell, illustrated of him based off one of my photos.

This particular photo of George, shot using a Canon AE-1 Program and Kodak BW400CN film, was taken last week Thursday (2/4) when a friend and I ran into him on Mission Street, in-between 3rd and 4th streets, just outside of Jessie Square.  This is the same location where I first met George back in October 2009.

George, who I usually see with a guitar, was instead standing curbside playing a plastic harmonica.  There was a soiled Starbucks cup on the ground in front of him.  Minus a few pennies, a couple buttons and other knickknacks, the cup was virtually empty.  Like his guitar playing skills, it was clear George didn’t know how to play the harmonica either.

“Where’s your guitar?” I asked.

“It’s getting repaired,” he replied.  “I accidentally dropped it.”

George went on to tell me some elaborate story about how he dropped his guitar while sleeping in a chair at the shelter he resides at, but I had a hunch he pawned it instead.

Then, out of nowhere, George reached inside the breast pocket of his sport coat and pulled out a handful of grooming items.

“Here,” he said, handing me a packaged disposable razor and a mini bottle of shampoo.  “I’m tired of carrying this stuff around.”

So my friend wouldn’t feel left out, George gifted him with a mini canister of deodorant and a small tube of toothpaste.

All grooming items appeared unused.

The three of us chatted for a few more minutes about music and art as well as George’s imminent plans to return home to England, then bid farewell.  Before parting ways, I handed George enough money I thought he’d need to get his guitar back, whether it was truly being repaired or sitting in a pawnshop somewhere on seedy 6th Street.  George was speechless.

This past Monday (2/8), while photowalking with the same friend, we randomly bumped into George as he was crossing Market, near 4th Street, en-route to his usual spot in Jessie Square.  He had his guitar slung over his shoulder and seemed in good spirits. It was nice to see him back with his guitar, wherever it may have been.

Click the link below to read my original story about George Nottle, "Strumming on Mission":

http://www.flickr.com/photos/travisjensensf/4228235681/in/set-72157617138702487/

 

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Wednesday, January 27th 2010

Have You Seen Him?

Have you seen him?

This one’s for all the old school wood-pushers out there…

Pictured here is Emerson “Won Ton Animal” Chin, the inspiration behind Powell Peralta’s legendary skateboarding film, “The Search for Animal Chin."

Released in 1987, the video features a handful of skateboarding legends, including Tony Hawk, Lance Mountain, Tommy Guerrero and Steve Caballero, among others, collectively known as “The Bones Brigade.”

“The Search for Animal Chin” is one of the first skateboard videos to have a plot and is considered to be one the most influential skateboarding films of all-time.  

Personally, this video is responsible for introducing me to skateboarding, a lifestyle that would end up shaping the entire direction of my life.

In the film, The Bones Brigade travels to different skate spots throughout California, Nevada and Hawaii in search of a wizened old man by the name of “Won Ton Animal” Chin who supposedly founded skateboarding.  

After much searching and skateboarding, the video ends with the team finding the spirit of Animal Chin in the spine of a massive vert ramp in the middle of the desert.  Random, I know.   

Featuring a diverse mix of terrain, including street, pool and ramp, the actual skateboarding in the film was considered especially progressive during the time of its release.

A friend first introduced me to “Chin” at an ASR (Action Sports Retailer) tradeshow in Long Beach approximately 13 years ago.  He was carrying two shopping bags overflowing with promo gear.  He seemed to know everyone.  In fact, I saw Tony Hawk put what looked to be an important business meeting on hold to chat with Chin for a few minutes.

Although not confirmed, Chin’s skateboarding connection comes from the days of the legendary Boys Club ramps in the Upper Haight, where he apparently worked as a tutor to some of the skateboarders featured in the film.

I seem to run into Chin maybe once a year, give or take.  On this particular day, I spotted him while photo walking down Stockton Street, near Clay.  Minus the Sierra Nevada hoody, which is signed by several current San Francisco 49ers players, Chin was dipped head-to-toe in Element gear.  He was also walking with a cane covered in Spitfire stickers. We chatted for a few minutes and I took his pic.  I gave him my card before parting ways, so hopefully he’ll call me soon. I’d love to write a feature story on him one day.

Happy Shredding...



 



 

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01/29/2010 Adam said:

THE seminal skate flick... There's a "Have You Seen Him" sticker on the guardrail at the overlook to the surf spot down from my house. Great photo of a classic character!




Friday, January 15th 2010

A gang of updates...

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Hello there:

I added a gang of updates to the "Portfolio" section yesterday, which was long, long overdue. Click HERE to take a gander.

I've also been posting daily on the Caliber SF website, which you can check out HERE.

Are you following my Twitter shenanigans? If not, you can catch that goodness HERE.

More writing projects to follow...

Wishing you all a fun, fulfilling weekend!

Travis 

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01/21/2010 jen said:

nice to meet you through the caliber team...look forward to seeing more of your stuff.


03/05/2010 Lauren Quinn said:

Love this photo.


03/05/2010 Travis said:

Thanks, Lauren! I think this might be one of my personal faves, too. This here is the very definition of San Francisco Swagger...




Tuesday, January 12th 2010

CaliberSF: New Year, New Ventures

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Greetings, Friends:

Sorry I’ve been away for a minute.  Life’s been keeping busy.  I have some writing projects in the works that I hope to post soon.  I’m really getting into human interest stories and find great enjoyment in talking with and photographing the people I meet on the street.

The purpose of this post is to announce that I have recently been invited to join CaliberSF, a San Francisco/Bay Area-based photo blog that focuses on The City and its surrounding cities, with the occasional trek across state and international borders.  

Founded in 2009 by local photographers Troy Holden, Stuart Dixon and Julie Michelle, the goal of CaliberSF is to promote photography while acknowledging the present as well as the past, in whichever form it may show itself.

I will still be posting stories and accompanying photos here, but Caliber will be my new home for my photography which before was only showcased on my Flickr page.

Check out the CaliberSF site and you’ll see why it’s a great platform for my photography:www.CaliberSF.com.

Special thanks to the Caliber crew for inviting me to join the team -- I’m really excited, and cheers to new beginnings!

Travis

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01/12/2010 isaac said:

Congrats! You've been really killing it photo-wise this past year, lots of noticeable progression. Keep it up!


01/13/2010 troy said:

yeah, what he said!


01/13/2010 Adam said:

Great news, Trav! Can't wait to see what direction this takes your work.




Monday, January 4th 2010

Diligence

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I snapped this photo last week Tuesday, December 29, outside of the Old Navy store on the corner of Fourth and Market streets, an intersection teeming with foot traffic.  

Now if you spend any time downtown, then I’m sure you’re familiar with Jose Rodriguez (left) and Frank Chu (right), and I'm sure you'll agree that these are arguably two of the most diligent (and prolific) individuals in all of San Francisco.    

I thought it was funny to see them doing their thing right alongside one another as they both tend to lurk solo, each conveying a much different message (although Frank's message is left open for interpretation).  As you can see, neither is paying any attention to the other, which, in my opinion, makes the image even more interesting.  

I was talking to Frank right across the street moments before shooting this pic, so he was totally infiltrating on Jose's territory here.    

I ran into Frank again twenty minutes later in front of the Gold Dust Saloon on Powell Street, catty-corner to Union Square.

“You wanna grab a Frosty?” I asked, gesturing towards the saloon.

“I’m not allowed in there,” he said.  “The bartender’s an asshole.”

So we went to Lefty O’Doul’s around the corner on Geary Street instead.

--Travis Jensen

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Wednesday, December 30th 2009

George Nottle: Strumming on Mission

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 STRUMMING ON MISSION

By Travis Jensen

I met George Nottle in late October 2009 while shooting photos downtown on my lunch break. 

Dressed in a grayish, somewhat frayed, loose-fitting suit and white New Balance sneakers, George was strumming his guitar, deep in concentration, on the fringes of Jessie Square on Mission Street, next to the historic St. Patrick Catholic Church, between 3rd and 4th streets.

I decided to stop for a moment and listen to George play as I fancy street musicians, guitar players in particular.  I always wanted to learn how to play the guitar, but being left-handed made it somewhat of a challenge.  Now I know original Black Sabbath member Tony Iommi is a lefty and both Jimi Hendrix and Kurt Cobain were southpaws, but the vast majority of guitar players out there are righties.  I don’t think I’ve ever come across a lefty-strung guitar.
 
Anyway, I stood there for approximately 10-15 minutes taking photos and chatting with George while he tuned his guitar, making sure everything sounded just right.

George, who appeared to be in his mid-to-late 50s and spoke with a polished English accent, was very smart in his own peculiar way.  What I mean by this is his speech was florid, but not always coherent.  His thoughts seemed to come out without much structure or order, like a jumbled stream of consciousness. 

George alluded to the fact that he took medication for a psych related illness, but did not specify what exactly he was suffering from, nor did I bother asking. 

Hailing from England, George said he moved to the United States close to 20 years ago for “supermarket work.”  I found it rather odd that he would travel across the pond to work in a supermarket, but left it at that.  After all, I moved across country at the age of 18 to pursue a skateboarding dream.

“I was in New York first,” said George, “but the storms were too bad there, so I came to San Francisco.”  He adds, “I thought about going to LA, but heard it’s dangerous there.”

Currently living in a nearby shelter, George said he plans to return to England soon.  “It’s time for me to go home,” he said.  “I’ve been away too long.”

When asked how long he had been playing the guitar, George replied, “A long, long time, although I did take a break for a number of years.” 

Standing there, I kept waiting for George to bust out and really start jamming on his guitar -- he struck me as an English folk player -- but he never did.  It was then I realized that George didn’t really know how to do much more than strum his guitar, which is probably why he wasn’t playing for money like most street musicians.

Feeling a bit letdown by the performance, I thanked George for his time and went about my way.

After uploading one of my photos of George to Flickr a couple weeks later, a Bay Area-based photographer named Ron (last name unknown) left a comment saying that he too had a recent encounter with George in Jessie Square.  The comment included a link to a photo and short piece he had posted on his photostream, which provided some additional info about George I wasn’t aware of. 

According to Ron, George told him the reason he was going back to England is that his parents had recently passed away and left both he and his sister an inheritance.  He also quotes George as saying that he could be playing hit songs on his guitar, but would rather do his own thing. 

I should also add that some of Ron’s initial observations about George mirrored mine to a tee.

Shortly after receiving Ron’s comment, Utah-based artist and author Carl Purcell dropped a comment on the photo saying, “I feel a drawing coming on,” and a few days later sent me a link to a brilliant illustration of George that he created based off my photo.  (This would be the second drawing Carl has done using one of my photographs.)

Carl then mailed me a copy of the drawing, which arrived a few days later, and I wasted no time making a clean copy of it and hitting the streets in search of George.  I couldn’t wait to see his reaction when I handed him the drawing.  It’s not everyday someone approaches you on the street and hands you a drawing of yourself, an exceptional drawing at that.

I roamed the downtown streets for nearly two weeks straight, walking up and down Mission Street, past Jessie Square and surrounding areas with the drawing tucked away in my camera bag, but never ran into George.

Figuring George had already returned to England, I removed the drawing from my bag over the holiday weekend and placed it in a drawer at home.

However, this past Monday (12/28), just as I was getting ready to leave work for lunch, I decided to reprint the drawing and hit the streets one last time in search of George.  I walked my usual route, down Mission Street and past Jessie Square with no luck, but then, while walking up Powell Street towards Union Square, just past the cable car turnaround, I spotted George heading my way.  He was wearing a winter ski coat and backpack with his signature loose-fitting, grey suit underneath, his beloved guitar slung over his shoulder.

“George!” I exclaimed, smiling ear-to-ear.  “I’ve been looking all over for you!”

Bewildered, he replied, “Really?”

“Do you remember me?” I said.  “I took some pictures of you playing your guitar a couple months back in Jessie Square.”

“Sure, sure,” he replied, “I remember.”

I don’t think he really remembered me.

“I have something for you,” I said, “a gift.”

“A gift…for me?”  He questioned, appearing somewhat puzzled.

 I then reached in my camera bag, pulled out the drawing and handed it to him. 

George removed the rubber bands, unrolled the piece of paper and held it out in front of him. 

“That’s you,” I said.

“Yes, I can see that,” he said, laughing, then squinted for a closer look.

George then agreed to let me take a picture of him holding the drawing.

“This is wonderful,” he said repeatedly as I snapped a couple shots.

George said that he had a special glass bottle back at the shelter that he planned to store the drawing in to prevent it from being damaged, and he was very careful not to bend or crease it as he put it in his backpack. 

George and I chatted for another five minutes or so until he said he had to get going.  I jotted my contact info down on a piece of scratch paper and handed it to him. 

“Call me if you need anything,” I said.

“Thanks again for the abnormal drawing,” he said as we shook hands and parted ways.

I watched as George toddled down Powell Street, virtually unnoticed by the rest of the world, passing an endless line of tourists waiting to hop the cable car, and eventually disappearing into the thick of the crowd as he reached Market Street.

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“In Sync” by Carl Purcell, 2B and 4B pencil on Bristol:

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Sources:

Ron (last name unknown). “#6 George.”
Flickr.com. 14 October 2009.

 














 






 

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Friday, December 11th 2009

Stockton Street Encounter

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 STOCKTON STREET ENCOUNTER

By Travis Jensen

It’s a lively December afternoon in San Francisco’s Chinatown.  The air outside is crisp yet warm enough not to need a coat.  An elderly Caucasian woman standing less than 5-feet-tall, carrying a cane half her size and dressed in an oversize navy blue hooded sweatshirt, fleece hat and plaid scarf exits a Chinese convenience store on Stockton Street, between Clay and Sacramento streets.  The storefront’s signage is all in Chinese character.

“They don’t have any SamTrans passes,” she says repeatedly, shaking her head, speaking to nobody in particular.  The passersby pay the woman no mind.  She then points to the storefront window, which has both an old MUNI Fast Pass and SamTrans pass taped up to it from the inside facing out.  “See, they have them right here,” she says, again speaking to nobody in particular, pointing at the old red, white and blue sun faded SamTrans pass in window.  (SamTrans is a public transportation agency that provides bus service throughout San Mateo County and into portions of San Francisco and Palo Alto.)     

“Why don’t you try Walgreen’s down the street?” I say to the old woman, standing just a few feet away.

She doesn’t respond, so I inch a little closer and repeat, “Try the Walgreen’s between Vallejo and Broadway.”

Again, no response from the old woman.

With camera already turned on and in hand -- my purpose for being on Stockton Street in the first place was to shoot photos -- I fire off a couple shots from the hip.  While shooting, I take notice of some of the pins the women has attached to her fleece hat.  Among them, an old World War II era U.S. Navy insignia, the Star of David and the Flag of the United States.   

My friend and I then watch as the old woman makes her way to the 30 Stockton bus stop near the corner of California Street and positions herself in-between a pack of middle-aged Chinese men.

“I think that’s Millie, ‘The Polaroid Lady,’” my friend says to me.

Squinting, I take a closer look.  

“Naw, that’s not her,” I reply. “She’s much older than the Polaroid Lady.  Plus, she doesn’t have her signature camera on her.”

Millie, a.k.a. the “Polaroid Lady,” is a renowned street character in North Beach who takes pictures of people with her Polaroid camera on the street, in bars, cafes and restaurants for $5.  She also sells roses sometimes.  

“They need to hire more handicapped drivers,” we hear the old woman blurt out from the bus stop.  

Bemused by her remark, my friend and I turn towards one another, smile and shrug our shoulders.

Minutes later, a crowded 30 Stockton bus pulls up curbside.  Chaos erupts as people franticly scramble to exit and board the bus.    

My friend and I watch as the old lady boards the bus and flashes her MUNI Fast Pass at the driver, who is preoccupied yelling at the mob of people trying to board behind her that the bus is too full and that they need to wait for the next.  Of course no one listens.

“Excuse me.  Excuse me.  Pardon Me.” we hear the old lady say as she navigates her way past the front seats designated for the elderly and handicap.  Unfortunately, no one gives up his or her seat for her.    

The old woman eventually finds a space near the middle of the bus and grabs hold of the silver rail.  We can see her mumbling to herself, but not in a frustrated manner, rather appearing to be thinking aloud.  

The driver, now beat red in the face and looking as if he might all of a sudden spontaneously combust, manages to close both doors without splitting any limbs and the bus pushes off down the street, eventually disappearing into darkness as it enters the Stockton Street Tunnel.

Fast forward one week…

I’m sitting on my computer at home, scrolling through the folder containing the pictures from my Stockton Street outing.  I get to the two pics of the little old lady and pause.  

“Check these out,” I say to my wife.

“Hey, that’s the Polaroid Lady in North Beach, right?” she says, kneeling in for a closer look.  “Cool pic.”  

She then goes on to remind me of one specific encounter we had with Millie while gallivanting late night through North Beach with some friends.  Apparently, one of the couples we were with even purchased a Polaroid.  My memory of said event is rather hazy.  

I then plug a few keywords into Google, click search, and wait for the results to populate.  It was immediately evident that the little old lady in my photo was indeed Millie, North Beach's infamous Polaroid Lady.  However, as I had mentioned to my friend when we saw her that day on Stockton Street, she appeared much older than what I remembered, but then again, I’m notoriously bad with faces and every time I’ve ever come across the Polaroid Lady was during a night of heavy drinking.  In addition, she did not have her camera on her that day.  What kind of photographer leaves home without a camera, especially when you’re nickname is the Polaroid Lady?  

As I continue to scroll through the search results, I come across a 1996 story about Millie by writer Paul Critz on the SF Weekly website.  The story, titled “Pictures of Millie,” talks about how Millie, who’s birth name is Mildred Gardiner, has been a staple in North Beach for last 35+ years, which, doing the math in my head, would be closer to 50 years now.  And although everyone in North Beach seems to know and love Millie, local politicians, business owners and neighborhood bohemians alike, her background remains a mystery.  

Next, I read an article about Millie on SFGate.com from last February titled “S.F.’s once-missing Millie back in North Beach,” in which writer Kevin Fagan tells a story about how Millie, who is believed to reside at the Columbus Hotel, on Columbus Street, mysteriously went missing, causing quite a stir amongst the North Beach community, only to turn up a short time later in a hospital in Reno, Nevada.  Apparently, Millie had ventured to Reno via bus to visit a Synagogue, but somehow found herself lost along the way.

In the story, Fagan also confirms Millie’s birthday as being February 23, 1923, making her 85-years-old, going on 86.

Fagan’s story then addresses some of the rumors surrounding Millie’s mysterious past, including how she was a tattooed Holocaust survivor, a beatnik, a pal of the late pianist Liberace and a millionaire posing as a street person, among other claims.

In regards to the tattooed Holocaust survivor and millionaire posing as a street person claims, Fagan quotes Millie saying, “I'm just a poor Jew, and I don't talk about myself much.”  She goes one, “But that Holocaust stuff - I don't know how that got started. I was born in Cleveland. I've never been out of the country, and I hate tattoos. Won't have 'em.”

Fagan says, “She [Millie] was indeed a beatnik, though, as evidenced by her image with late husband Butch in a mural that hung in the now-defunct Old Spaghetti Factory.”

As for Liberace, Fagan quotes Millie saying, “Sure, I knew him.  I met him a few times. He was good.”

I found other articles and tidbits about Millie online, but Critz and Fagan’s stories were by far the most in-depth and entertaining.  

It was nice to learn more about the infamous Polaroid Lady and some of the myths and lore surrounding her, though there was still one lingering question: Why didn’t Millie have her signature Polaroid camera on her that day I saw her on Stockton Street?  Well, the answer didn’t occur to me until later, but I’m assuming she was without her camera because it’s damn near impossible to find Polaroid film now that it’s been discontinued.  

A quick search through completed items on eBay shows that a single pack of Polaroid film containing 10 exposures sells for around $30.  It’s probably safe to assume that Millie is not dishing out that kind of money on 10 exposures.  However, I know Fuji recently released the Instax Mini, which is a rendered version of the Polaroid, so not all hope is lost for the Polaroid Lady.  The Fuji Instax Mini retails for $130, and film costs about a $1 a photo.  Although $1 a shot still sounds a little steep, if the Polaroid Lady is charging $5 a pic, in the end she’s still seeing a 400% profit, after the camera is paid off of course.

Sources:

Critz, Paul. “Pictures of Millie.”
SFWeekly.com 17 January 1996

Fagan, Kevin. “S.F.’s once missing Millie back in North Beach.”
SFGate.com 20 February 2009

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Sources:

Critz, Paul. “Pictures of Millie.”
    SFWeekly.com 17 January 1996

Fagan, Kevin. “S.F.’s once missing Millie back in North Beach.”
    SFGate.com 20 February 2009

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12/15/2009 Cin said:

As I've said...I love reading these :)




Tuesday, December 8th 2009

My Poetry

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MY POETRY

The photo above is of my good friend Hugh Gregory, a.k.a. Hugh-EMC, a San Francisco-based rap artist.  Hailing from The City’s Fillmore District, Hugh is revered by many as being one of the founding fathers of Bay Area hip-hop.  Hugh is also an original member of the Fillmore District’s once infamous “Outta Control Fillmore” gang.  

A mentor to artists such as San Quinn, Messy Marv and JT-The Bigga Figga, among others, Hugh has been in the rap game since the mid-1980s.  Many of Hugh’s ‘80s and ‘90s hits can still be heard regularly on local commercial radio stations, including KMEL (106.1 FM) and KPOO (89.5 FM).  

Hugh’s second EP, “Gangsta Knowledge,” released in 1990 and featuring DJ-X1 (then known as “Scratch Master T”), is arguably one of the most popular hip-hop albums ever to come out of the Bay Area.  

Today, in addition continuing to create music, Hugh is an advocate for The City’s youth and homeless population.  For more on Hugh-EMC, including a complete bio and discography, check out www.myspace.com.

Hugh-EMC in three words: Pioneer.  Innovator. Legend.

-Travis Jensen

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Tuesday, December 1st 2009

Tim the Keyboard Man

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Tim the Keybord Man

Meet Tim the Keyboard Man.  San Francisco Bay Area residents may recognize Tim.  He’s a street musician here in The City.  Tim can usually be found playing old saloon style toons during business hours on various street corners throughout the Financial District.

I’ve been seeing Tim around town for the last 12+ years now and have never once stopped to talk to him, although I’ve always been curious about his story and have even dropped dollars into his tip jar a few times while in passing.  (I have a thing for street performers.)

The music Tim plays is a nod back to the old Wild West days, making you feel like you’ve just stepped inside an old, dark and dusty saloon, complete with swinging doors, creaky floors, harsh whiskey, spittoons, gussied up madams and high stakes poker games that sometimes end in blood shed.

On this particular November afternoon, I was wandering the streets of the Financial District at lunch with fellow photographer Derek Poon (4Fifteen) when we ran into Tim playing on the corner of Montgomery and California streets.  We stopped, dropped a couple bucks into his tip jar, snapped a few shots and listened to him play for a bit.  

When Tim stopped to take a break, or rather a nip from his drink, which looked and smelt like a screwdriver -- a very strong one at that, we introduced ourselves and started talking.   

Tim said he had been playing piano as far back as he can remember, and although I didn’t catch where he was originally from, he said he had been playing on the streets of San Francisco for close to 25 years.  Thinking back, the portable keyboard was somewhat of a novelty item back in 1984.  

The one thing Tim said he likes about playing on the street most is that he doesn’t have to answer to anyone, adding that he does what he wants when he wants.  I can definitely respect that.  

Tim used to frequent the corner of 9th and Irving in the city’s Inner Sunset district, which is where I first remember seeing him, but stopped playing there a year or so back because of complaints.  According to Tim, one of the officers that walked that beat had it out for him.  Tim had some not so friendly things to say about said officer.

Tim said he hasn’t had any real problems playing in the Financial District.  Occasionally, he said, someone from a nearby office building will call the police to complain about the noise, which usually results in him having to move to another corner, but that’s about it.  However, I should note that the other day Derek said he saw Tim engaged in a pretty heated argument with someone on the corner of Montgomery and Sutter streets.  Not sure what that was all about.  
 
Although Tim has no one set corner that he plays at in particular, I tend to see him most along Montgomery Street, usually somewhere between Bush and Sacramento streets.  I have also seen him in front of the Starbucks on the corner of California and Battery streets.  So, next time you see Tim out on the street, stop for a few minutes and let his music transport you back to the old Wild West, which, if you think about it, is rather fitting considering the very street corners where he plays sit right on top of the old Barbary Coast.  Just be careful not to get yourself “Shanghaied.”

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12/02/2009 David Baker said:

He was playing at the 17th Street and Castro Plaza on Thanksgiving Day. The rest of the town was empty.


12/03/2009 Travis said:


David:

Thanks for the info. I’ll add that location to the list.

The scene you described sounds like something right out of a fairy tale.

Right now I’m picturing Tim playing the keyboard in the empty fog cloaked plaza, the red bricks slightly dampened, with not a single passerby in site.

Your comment coupled with those I've been getting on my Flickr are making Tim sound like a mystic character of sorts.

Thanks again!

Travis




Friday, November 20th 2009

Hella Pop

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HELLA POP

This here is a pic of my good friend Sean R.  I've known Sean for about 17 years now.  We met through skateboarding in the early-to-mid ‘90s, many moons before mainstream media and corporations had their paws in the cookie jar.  

Sean is known amongst the older generation of skateboarders -- namely those in their late 20s through mid 30s -- as having one of the best ollies in the game, and this photo perfectly illustrates why.  There is no hidden ramp here, no Photoshop tricks, or anything else of the sorts.  I added a little vignette, but that’s about it.  

I shot this photo back in late April with my old Canon Rebel XS and a rented 15mm fisheye lens.  The weather was perfect this day as we took to The City streets straight renegade style, like it were San Francisco circa ‘97 all over again.  For me, there’s no better feeling in the world than shredding the downtown streets on a sunny weekend afternoon.   Sure, San Francisco is no longer the skate Mecca it once was -- many of the legendary spots have been either demoed or skate-proofed -- but there’s still an abundance of fun stuff to skate.  You just have to get a little more creative in your approach.  

More skate photos to follow…

Have a great weekend!

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12/04/2009 Adam said:

A well executed ollie, rolled out with style and flow, is the most beautiful thing in skating. I can barely pop over a curb.




Monday, November 9th 2009

Through Their Lens: Travis Jensen

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THROUGH THEIR LENS: TRAVIS JENSEN

I have a little interview up on San Francisco-based photography website CaliberSF.  I’m a big fan of the photographers behind the site, so I was honored when they approached me about doing an interview.

“I first met Travis Jensen in 1997 during a hip-hop show at the long since closed Maritime Hall. Back in those days, we were both working low-paying jobs at a couple of high-powered law firms in Four Embarcadero Center. The nights were long and the hangovers even longer and together we pulled off quite a few All-City capers in our younger days. But over the past decade — much like The City itself — we have outgrown our delinquently juvenile ways and both decided to pick up photography as a way of life.” -- Troy Holden

Click the link below to continue reading:

http://calibersf.com/2009/11/06/through-their-lens-travis-jensen/

Thanks again to the CaliberSF crew for the great opportunity!

 

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Thursday, November 5th 2009

He Loved Her Madly

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HE LOVED HER MADLY

I shot this portrait roughly two weeks ago while out shooting at lunch with comrade Derek Poon (4Fifteen).  We were walking back from Chinatown (I know we always shoot there) when we ran into this man on Pine Street, between Battery and Front streets.  He approached with open hands and asked for some spare change.  His weathered appearance immediately captured my attention, so I told him that I’d give him $1 in exchange for a picture.  He happily agreed.  I then proceeded to ask the man a series of questions, like what his name was, where he was from and if he had any family, but he wasn’t too receptive.  In fact, he responded to everything I asked with the same question: “Do you have a smoke?”  Neither Derek nor I smoke cigs (I’ve been off ‘em going on two years now).
 
After firing off a few shots, I handed the man $1, thanked him for letting me take his picture and went about my way.  I didn’t really think much about this shot until I sat down to process it a couple of days later and found myself absolutely mesmerized by it.  I then tried to imagine what the man might look like without the weathered skin, scraggily hair and beard, and wondered how in the world he ended up on the streets.  

Although I don’t know this man’s story, let alone his name, it’s apparent that he has both seen and been through some serious shit in his day.  For me, the first thing that comes to mind when looking at this photo is heartbreak.  I see a man that was once very much in love with a woman who in turn broke his heart, eventually driving him over the edge, thus my title, “He Loved Her Madly.”

I posted this picture on my Flickr page and a few days later and was contacted by an artist named Carl Purcell out of Utah asking if I minded if he did a drawing of the portrait.  I replied telling him to go right ahead and a few days later, he sent me the link to his drawing, which I find absolutely amazing, far better than my photo, that’s for sure.  Carl said he was going to mail me a copy of his drawing, which I plan on hanging in my home office.  I’m also going to have a copy made and carry it around in my camera bag to give to the man in the photo when I see him again, which is highly likely.  I actually saw him the other day near the McDonald’s on Front and Halleck streets.  I can’t wait to see how he responds when I hand him the drawing.  Maybe he’ll open up and tell me a little about himself, or maybe not.  Who knows?  But until then, this story is to be continued…

Happy shooting!

Travis

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11/06/2009 Erma said:

What a very interesting outcome. It fascinates me how an everyday outing can spark artistic motivation. I wonder if the man will accept the drawing...




Thursday, October 22nd 2009

October Photo Pageant

Below is a pageant of random photos from October.  As you can see, the shutter bug has been rather strong this month.  (Actually, some of these photos, like the first eight or so, are from late September.)  

I took a short break from working on the book this month.  Sometimes I need to do that. The writing makes me feel somewhat crazed at times. I just get too immersed in it.  I find the act of taking pictures to be quite therapeutic. The two combined provide a nice, healthy balance.

The subject matter here, as usual, is all over the place.  I’d say this batch is the result of approximately eleven different outings.  All photos were shot in and around San Francisco, my home.  Those of you that follow me on Flickr have probably seen most of these pics, but for everyone else, I hope you find at least a couple shots in here that you find interesting.

Truly yours,

Travis 

Click HERE to visit my Flickr photostream.

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Toroe:

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Escape Forever:

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Jameson Irish Whiskey

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I will wait for you...

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Top of the hill, San Francisco

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Old Bayshore

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Embrace Culture

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Chinatown Sax 

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There Goes Frank

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Arrow to the heart

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The Message is Still Clear

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Waiting on Angels, Marina District Rooftops, San Francisco Fleet Week 2009

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Indian Summer, San Francisco

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Anchors Away

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Saints Peter and Paul Church, San Francisco

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San Francisco Backstreets

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I See You...

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Roll Over, I'm Crowded

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Derek Poon (4Fifteen Clothing)

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Julie Michelle (a.k.a TangoBaby2)

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Make me whatever you feel like making...

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Small Talk on Commercial Street, San Francisco

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The Chic Life

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Weekend Warrior, Sonoma, CA

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Trahere, Sonoma, CA

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Dramamine?

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Sonoma Mountain Sunset, Sonoma, CA

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You ran away from home to be a big star

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The World is Flat!

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Legend of Zelda

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The warning shot was a hit

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If I had not one friend I would be gone...

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"You get so alone at times that it just makes sense"

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He Loved Her Madly

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I Could Write A Book

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10/22/2009 Stuart said:

Travis...you are on FIRE. Excellent shots!


10/23/2009 meligrosa said:

these are amazing. great set. I could look these up-down, and again. Lovely!
*also great story y photos on julie's -iLivehereSF!!
thx for posting these. inspiring :D


02/18/2010 April said:

Wonderful photos. You can see the stories without the words. Great work, Travis.




Wednesday, October 14th 2009

I See Angels: San Francisco Fleet Week 2009

Another San Francisco Fleet Week has come and gone.  The weather put somewhat of a damper on this year’s festivities.
 
Due to heavy fog last Saturday, the Blue Angels grounded after only a few minutes, leaving hundreds of thousands of spectators staring up at an empty smoke grey sky, myself included.  I was reading various places online that people were livid that the Blue Angels decided to pull the plug on Saturday’s performance, which I find amusing.  I mean, sorry that you and your family traveled from afar for the show, but having six jets loaded with fuel, flying extremely low over The City in foggy conditions doesn’t sound like a good idea to me.  
 
The weather was again unfavorable on Sunday, but the Angels did perform a modified show of sorts for festival goers.  Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to catch the show.  
 
However, I was able to photograph the Blue Angels survey runs and practice flights on Thursday and Friday from the rooftop of a skyscraper in the Financial District, which, for lack of a better word, was insane!  

Below are some of my favorite shots from Thursday, Friday and Saturday, some of which appeared on KTVU.com (Fox 2), SFGate.com and CBS5.com “Eye on the Blogs," among a few other local news sites and blogs.  Thanks to all for linking me! 

Enjoy!   

Travis

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10/14/2009 tangobaby said:

Great shots, Travis! You were very quick to get those, and some great composition, too.


10/15/2009 isaac said:

awesome shots Travis. love the first three.


10/16/2009 Travis said:

Tango and Isaac, thanks for the comments! I have to admit, I have a new found appreciation for the Blue Angels after photographing them this year. Will definitely be taking pics next year.


10/21/2009 Adam said:

The diagonally composed pyramid shot is really cool. Definitely my favorite of the bunch.




Wednesday, October 7th 2009

San Francisco LovEvolution 2009 Recap

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(Warning: Some of the images and links within this post may contain adult content.)

Last Saturday, after a rough round of Oktoberfest celebrations at Schroeder’s the evening before, I called up comrade Plug1 from WhatImSeeing.com and asked if he had any interest in shooting LovEvolution with me.  I’ve never attended the event, but have heard wild stories from those that had and figured it would be a prime photo opp.

Plug and I agreed to meet at 2:00p.m. in front of the Trinity Plaza Apartments on 8th and Market streets.  I arrived early and caught the tail end of the parade.  It was a scene.  The streets were flooded with partygoers -- very young partygoers I might add (many clearly under age), most of who were zorped out on pills, powders, alcohol and lord knows what else.  I saw a few people that had gone to the dark side, but overall, at this particular time, it was a happy, fun loving crowd.  

After Plug arrived, the two of us lurked over to United Nations Plaza, positioned ourselves right in the thick of the crowd, and began gorilla shooting the passerby.  For the most part, everyone was cool with us taking his or her picture.  I caught a few dirty looks and a couple under-the-breath mumbles, but that’s about it.  I love shooting with Plug because, like me, he is definitely not scared to get up close and personal.  In fact, I’d say Plug is one of the more ballsy street photogs I know.  

Somewhere between 2:30-3:30p.m., comrade Josh Sullivan walked down the hill from the TenderNob to meet us.  He’s another photographer that’s not scared to get up in your grill.  He shoots film with a short little 18-55mm lens, so he's forced to get especially close.

Around 5:00p.m., the three of us ventured off to liquor store for tall cans.  We lurked up and down Market Street with our beers -- it was the first time I had ever brown bagged it on Market during daylight hours -- and eventually found ourselves back in UN Plaza, this time lurking along the perimeter.  And this is when things started getting weird.  It was clear the drugs were starting to wear off, people were getting sloppy drunk, roughnecks were beginning to infiltrate the scene and a cast of creepy naked old men had positioned themselves all throughout the plaza. Now, couple that with the fact that the sun was beginning to set and a blustery wind had picked up off the Bay, so all those in skimp clothing (or nude) were freezing their arses off and irritable.  Plug1 summed the scene up best: “This is like modern day Babylon, man.”

We hung around till about 6:30 before parting ways.  I came home with about 300 images.  I would have shot more, but I only had one memory card on me, so I was forced to edit while shooting.  Plug1 on the other hand said he shot a staggerintg 1,200 images.  As for Josh, since he was shooting film, he walked away with somewhere in the neighborhood of 50 shots.

I gotta say, in the 12 years I’ve been living in San Francisco, LovEvolution was one of the craziest things I have ever witnessed -- and believe me, I’ve seen some off-the-wall ish in this town.  I'll definitely be documenting next year's festivities.

Below are a small handful of some of my photos. The rest of my pics are available for viewing HERE.  

Also, be sure to check out Plug1’s images HERE, followed by Josh Sullivan’s HERE.

LovE,

Travis

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10/13/2009 Eli said:

Dope shots! Enjoyed your Flickr photos as well, especially the street and portraits. Keep up coming...


10/13/2009 Eli said:

Keep 'em coming....


10/14/2009 Travis said:

Right on, thanks, Eli! Stoked to hear you like the pics. Travis




Tuesday, October 6th 2009

"I Live Here: SF: Travis"

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I was recently featured as part of the popular “I Live Here: SF” project, an online feature profiling various San Franciscans as subjects.  The project is a collaboration between the subject and project founder and photographer Julie Michelle (a.k.a. “TangobabySF”), where the subject submits his or her own personal story about San Francisco and Michelle schedules a time to photograph the individual in their chosen location.

"It really is all about (the subject)," Michelle says. "They write their story, they edit their photo set, they pick their location. ... That's all a part of their story."

Since its inception six months ago, the project has featured over 50 San Franciscans, a nice mix of both natives and transplants.  

The San Francisco Chronicle ran a feature story about the “I Live Here: SF” project in the Datebook section of last Thursday’s paper.  You can read the online version of the story HERE.

I’ve never been a fan of having my picture taken -- I always much preferred being on the other side of the lens, but felt very comfortable shooting with Michelle, and I must say I was quite pleased with the pictures.  She has a great eye.

Also, although my story is set in The City’s Lower and Upper Haight, my chosen locations for the shoot were the Financial District and Chinatown as they are the neighborhoods I enjoy most, especially for photo walking.  

Click the link below to read my story as well as other “I Live Here: SF” subjects:

http://iliveheresf.blogspot.com/2009/10/travis.html

Click the link below to see the rest of the photos from the shoot:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/tangobaby2/sets/72157622379707287/


Sources:

Luna, Kristin. “Julie Michelle develops photo hobby into career”
SFGate.com. 1 October 2009.

Photo: Julie Michelle

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10/07/2009 tangobaby said:

Thanks for the shout out, Travis! I really enjoyed working with you.




Friday, September 25th 2009

Five days of work, one whole day to play!

I’m so glad the weekend is finally here.  It’s been a rough-and-tumble week.  I’m pooped.  We (the Jensen clan) are heading to Sonoma tomorrow morning for a little R&R.  I love the wine country.  Our good friends’ family owns a small vineyard in Glen Ellen, once home to Jack London (“White Fang” is one of my all-time faves).  The place is truly an adult Disneyland: pool, excellent wine, sweeping views, clean air and serenity…a nice change of pace from the city life I’m used to.   I’m sure I’ll have lots of photos to share when I get back.  I’m bringing my whole kit.  I want to try to shoot a family portrait.

Below are the last of my photos from a recent Idaho expedition.  I love that place.  I’m San Francisco inside and out, but Idaho is beautiful country.  I can possibly even see myself living there one day.  We’ll see.

I know I keep saying this, but I have been making excellent progress on the new book.  I’m a little over halfway finished with the second draft.  The pages are really beginning to mount now.  I’m hoping to have a finished project by the end of the year.  That’s the goal anyway.  This thing has been in the works for far too long now.

Thank God for music.  Like coffee, I don’t function right without it.  Here’s a list of albums that were on rotation this week:

Of Mexican Decent - “Exitos Y Mas Exitos” (1999)

The Nonce - “World Ultimate” (1995)

Smif-n-Wessun - “Da Shinin” (1995)

Casual "Fear Itself" (1993)

Souls of Mischief - “’93 Till Infity” (1993)

Eric B. & Rakim “Don’t Sweat the Technique” (1992)

Gil Scott Heron “Pieces of a Man” (1971)

Digable Planets “Blowout Comb” (1994)

Saafir "Box Car Sessions" (1994)

As you can see, my knowledge and interest in music, hip-hop in particular, comes to a screeching halt in 1999.  The new stuff just doesn’t do much for me.  What are you guys listening to?

Be easy,

Travis

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Payette Lake, McCall, Idaho

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Sunrise, Payette Lake, McCall, Idaho

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Summit overlooking Payette Lake

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Boise River

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The Ramones

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Baby Soft

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Stan @ 3 months.

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Stan and Elli

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09/28/2009 Adam said:

Hope Sonoma was good to you guys. Beautiful weather for it, that's for sure.
I'm digging your recent musical choices. I've been on a second to third wave ska trip of late (English Beat, The Specials, Tim Armstrong, etc.), but you got me scrambling for Don't Sweat the Technique on the iPod. Always a classic!


09/28/2009 sarah said:

You're lucky to be just a hop, skip, and a jump away to the wine country, mountains, and ocean! Btw, I've been listening to the New Morrissey and The Cure Disintegration.


10/09/2009 big NICK said:

haven't visited in awhile, good to be back. diggin' those shots from mccall, classic sunrise with the boats was my fave.

- zepplin III
- NW HipHop Mix Vol. 2 ... courtesy of D-roc
- Wilco A.M.
damn, i need some new tunes




Friday, September 18th 2009

New Toys

I purchased a new DSLR camera a few weeks back.  It’s a Canon, of course.  I was due for an upgrade.  My dad actually pulled the trigger on my old camera, two lenses and a handful of accessories.  I gave him a hell of a deal on the outfit.  He seems to have a slight case of the shutterbug.  I doubt he’ll get as hardcore into the craft as me, but you never know.  Two years ago, I never thought I’d be buying lenses and studying and digesting every photography related tidbit I can get my hands on.

The photos below are the first batch from the new camera and go back about three weeks.  As you can see, subject matter is all over the place, with locations ranging from the animated downtown streets of San Francisco to the wilds of Boise and McCall, Idaho.  

I’m also sitting on four rolls of B&W 120 film that I shot with my vintage Yashica-D.  In fact, I shot nothing but film all week.  I’m hoping to drop the rolls off for processing over weekend.  This will be my first batch of photos from the Yashica.  I’m dying to see how they turn out.  I really enjoy shooting with film because it forces you to put more thought into every photo.  When it’s all said and done, I figure each push of the shutter release button costs me somewhere between .25-.50 cents, which adds up quickly.  Shooting film is alot like playing the slots in the sense that you never know what you're going to get until you have proofs in hand.  They can't all be winners.

Wishing you all a safe, happy and fulfilling weekend!

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"I'm strictly 'bout my pimpin, dawg..."

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The Columbus Tower

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The slowboat line from downtown to the Avenues

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The hum of the cable car tracks, California Street

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Deep inside the seedy Transbay Terminal

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"Scoot over that way just a lil bit..."

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A dentist's nightmare

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Elixirs

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Bown Crossing, Boise, Idaho

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Under the bridge

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Kathryn Albertson Park, Boise, Idaho:

Nymphaeaceae:

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Reflections:

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376-year-old Ponderosa Pine:

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City of Trees:

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Payette Lake, McCall, Idaho:

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DWNTWN Skate Supply Locs:

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Andrew Schoultz:

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Stan Man at 3.5 months:

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09/18/2009 Brian said:

Bro, the one of Payette Lake is stellar


09/21/2009 isaac said:

great shots Travis. looking forward to seeing the film shots.


09/28/2009 bill k. said:

Damn, Nice shots! Lookin prime out there!




Tuesday, September 15th 2009

“Weekly Ink: SF Tribute” Interview from SF Weekly site.

I have an interview up on the SF Weekly site focusing on my San Francisco Ferry Building tattoo.  Special thanks to Andy Wright at the Weekly for the great opportunity.  Photos courtesy of my lovely wife, Mrs. Eva Dancel-Jensen.  Click the link below to read the interview:  

http://blogs.sfweekly.com/thesnitch/2009/09/weekly_ink_sf_tribute.php

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09/15/2009 tangobaby said:

Now THAT is one cool tattoo. Congrats on your interview!


09/15/2009 goldchain said:

Awesome. I love that tattoo. Nice camera too.


09/16/2009 Travis said:

Goldchain, thanks for chiming in, brother! How's the fam?

Have you been shooting any still lately? Was always a fan of your work...since way back!

Take care, homie!
Trav


09/17/2009 goldchain said:

The family is great.

Still shooting almost daily. New zine in the works. Drop me your addy...

We can't wait to meet Stan.


10/04/2009 mthrfkn mltwnr said:

Allen Bradley




Friday, September 11th 2009

Clearance Rack

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CLEARANCE RACK

By Travis Jensen

My wife and I decided to walk to the newly opened discount bookstore yesterday evening.  The discount store is just an annex of the regular bookstore.  The two stores are located a block-and-a-half from one another.  

I tend to want to splurge on books when I’m feeling down and figured the discount store was the place to do it.  I received word earlier that afternoon that a writing project I had invested the last five months of my free time into was a flop.  I don’t want to get into it now.  I’m still upset.  Let’s just say I won’t be leaving my day job anytime soon.

The inside of the discount bookstore resembled that of a prison library, or at least what I imagine one looking like anyway: dingy white walls, concrete floors painted battleship gray, metal shelving.  The space was formerly a laundry mat, I think.  

There were two guys behind the counter, which consisted of nothing more than a rickety, old folding table with a small register and credit card machine on top.  Both clerks were about my age, mid to late 20s, grad students at SF State maybe.

My wife and I then split up.  I headed for the fiction section.  She went to browse the…I don’t remember where she went.

Anyway, there was a sign taped up on the wall next to where the fiction section started stating that all titles were 65% off the lowest marked price.  Not bad.  

The fiction wall stretched almost three-fourths the length of the entire store, maybe 65 feet, and at the end of that wall, there was another handwritten sign that read, Even More Clearance Fiction Back Here, with an arrow underneath the text pointing to an adjoining back room.

I started browsing the titles from the beginning.  The books weren’t arranged in any particular order, a major pet peeve of mine.

I made my way through about a tenth of the fiction section before feeling a headache coming on and decided to call it quits.  I managed to find one book of interest, a biography on Babe Ruth, examining his wild life off the field.  What this title was doing in the fiction section, I don’t know.    

I then walked up and down the aisles to find my wife.  She was in the biography/memoir section.

“You ready?”  I asked as I approached.

“Yeah, I’m ready.  I think I’m gonna get this book,” she said, flashing me the cover of The Shameful life of Salvador Dali.   

“I’m getting this,” I said, showing her the Babe Ruth biography.

“Thought you were looking at fiction?”

“I was.  This was mixed in.”

The two of us then made our way towards the register, walking alongside the great wall of clearance fiction to get there.  I was leading the way, somewhat skimming the eye level titles on the shelf as I walked.  Somewhere in the middle of the wall, my eyes locked onto the spine of a book that looked very familiar, almost too familiar.  I came to an abrupt halt and squinted my eyes for a better look, causing my wife to ram into the back of me.  “Shit!”  She exclaimed.  “What are you doing?”

“Whaaat…” I said, pulling the book off the shelf.

It was a copy of my first book, Love, Hate, Destroy, released in ’04.

“That’s cool,” my wife said grinning.

“No, it’s not.”

The book was still crisp, looking as if it had only been flipped through once or twice at most.  I sniffed the inside pages.  It still smelled new and reminded me of the day I held the book in my hands for the very first time.  What a day.  How happy I was.  How proud I was.  A real published author!  

Granted the title is over five-years-old, as a writer, seeing your book on a clearance rack, especially at a store where many people you know will go to shop for books, is a disturbing and embarrassing feeling.  I don’t know why, but the first comparison that comes to mind is the feeling you get when you have one of those dreams where you show up to school or work in your underwear.

For a minute, I thought about buying the book just to get it off the rack, but my wife persuaded me against it.

“That’s lame,” she said.  “You can’t just buy your own book.”

She was right.  Buying my own book was lame.

“F*ck it, let’s go,” I said.

As we walked towards the register, I couldn’t help but wonder how many other copies of my book were scattered about on that great wall and in the adjoining room.  It would have taken me hours to go through all of them.  

One of the two clerks, a wannabe Jack Kerouac looking cat wearing a lumberjack flannel and black beanie, rang me up for the two books.  Not even joking, the total with tax came to $6.66.  Kerouac thought that was pretty funny.  I didn’t have any cash on me, so I pulled out my bank card.  But before I could hand over the card, Kerouac waved his hands and said, “Sorry, bro, but we got a $10 minimum for all ATM purchases here.”  He then pointed to a small handwritten sign attached to the edge of the table verifying said policy.  “There’s an ATM two blocks down,” he said.  “I can hold the books behind the counter for you until you get back.”

“Okay,” I said putting my card back into my wallet.  “I’ll be back.”

He nodded his head and set the books on a metal folding chair behind him.

My wife and I left the store.

I haven’t been back since. 

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09/12/2009 goldchain said:

As a small consolation, I for one, love your writing. This story is no exception. Thanks for sharing.


09/17/2009 Wil said:

want to read more, man!


09/17/2009 Wil said:

want to read more, man!


01/03/2010 Michelle said:

What was the clearance bookstore? (I recognize that the picture is of Adobe Books, but that doesn't seem to be the bookstore that your referring to.) Also, nice story and nice blog.




Friday, August 28th 2009

Artist Andrew Schoultz Studio Visit + Mural Opening and Fundraiser Info

Last week, I went to visit longtime friend and artist Andrew Schoultz at his San Francisco Mission District studio.  After getting sneak peaks of some amazing new work in progress, we headed down the street to check out the large-scale mural he had recently completed at the home of world-renowned Architect David Baker.  The staggering, intricately detailed mural covers the entire 60-by-11-foot wall of the restored carriage run of Baker’s entryway.  My photos do not even begin to do this mural justice.  You really have to see it in person to take it all in.  It's absolutely stunning.  

Baker, who is the founding partner of San Francisco-based David Baker + Partners Architects, is hosting an opening reception and fundraiser at his Mission District home on September 10. Fundraiser will benefit the Great Streets Project, which catalyzes the return of the city's streets as the center of civic life by working with government, business, and neighborhood leaders to test, analyze and institutionalize place making. Event will include beer, food carts, music, valet bike parking and the unveiling of the Great Streets Project presentation.  Thu., Sep. 10, 6:00p.m.-9:00p.m.  337 Shotwell Street, S.F.  For tickets and info,   http://www.dbarchitect.com/words/news_blog/160.html.  

The Jensen family will surely be on the scene.  Hope to see some of you there!

-- Travis Jensen

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Schoultz's large-scale mural covers a stagerring 60-by-11-foot wall at Architect David Baker's Mission District home.

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12/03/2009 Rick said:

I have a question for Andrew Schoultz. You made a mural in Portland, Maine in Kennedy Park when did you start making it and when did you finish the mural?