Sony World Photography Awards Gala aka. The time I pretended to look comfortable in a tuxedo. by Mark Fulinara

Kindergarten acceptance smile.

Kindergarten acceptance smile.

Whew.  Last week was a whirlwind tour of London where I went to accept my Sony National Photography Award.  Little did I know that it was an actual physical award, like, HEAVY, and able to be held.  I'd imagined that it was gonna be just a certificate like I got when I graduated from Kindergarten.  Okay, it came with a certificate too.

I posted a nigh-play-by-play set of photos on my instagram, for which I feel sorry for because people who don't follow many people basically they've got an entire feed of my English antics.  Click on either of these pics to see what I'm talking about.  If you've got the guts.

PRO TIP:  If you ever end up getting drunk with the editor-in-chiefs of multiple prestigious photography magazines, make sure they get at least if not more drunk than you.  Anything less would be unprofessional.

Probably the least sleazy photo ever taken of a mirrored ceiling.

Probably the least sleazy photo ever taken of a mirrored ceiling.

"IT'S A MUTHAFUCKING SSSSNAKE!!!" (Lady Low, Ssssnake, Ultra Violent Rays @ El Cid 3/30/16) by Mark Fulinara

Check out Ssssnake, she know wassup.

Check out Ssssnake, she know wassup.

Last week I mustered up the strength to get out and see a show at El Cid.  Noah Tabakin aka. Ssssnake told me he was going to play with a full band for the first time so I had to go see it.  As luck would have it, Kaitlyn the violinist from Seasons was also playing that night in her other band Lady Low.  My band had played with both of them multiple times before, so it was like a friends of Beta Lion show.

I missed the first band altogether (Nightjacket), but made it just in time to catch Lady Low's set.  Great stuff.  Very cool and moody baritone singing and maybe kinda surfy/rockabilly guitars backed up by a pretty full on orchestra.  I was so into it, I didn't really take very many pictures.

Ssssnake delivered as always.  I've always thought of Noah as maybe the best live performer I've ever seen.  Blending comedy, dance, jazz, high brow art, group exercise, crowd participation, and legitimate MC skills, Ssssnake in the words of Mr. Miyagi, "If do right, NO CAN DEFENSE."  I was a little bit skeptical when he told me he was playing with a full band.  Whenver I'd seen him before, it was just him, his laptop, his saxophone, and a mic.  I wasn't concerned that his new band members would be able to musically pull it off, but would they get it?  It's a tough act to blend into.  They got it.  They were awesome, and maybe even better than the solo version.

Ultra Violent Rays had a really cool setup!  Laptop playback sync'd up to some of their lighting.  Drums and distorted bass.  Pretty much everything a boy my age, weight, and zodiac sign could want.  I wish I could have stayed for their entire set, but it was a school night and I had to hop into my Uber home before it became an Uber Pumpkin.

Because every time I shoot is an experiment, this time I played around with much slower shutter speeds than I would normally use.  The kids from Ssssnake are a particularly fast moving subject, so sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't.  Some of the photos reminded me of old punk rock photos where the faces are blurry from very fast head shakes (not to be confused with head banging).

Click here or on the photos to see the entire album in all of its overly compressed Facebook glory.

In the comedy pit.

In the comedy pit.

No UV filter.

No UV filter.

Yardbirds. by Mark Fulinara

Brian Del Rosario gets ready for a light spar with Luke Drews at The Yard Muay Thai.

Brian Del Rosario gets ready for a light spar with Luke Drews at The Yard Muay Thai.

This past weekend I dropped in on part of James Law's seminar given through Leica Akademie US.  It was a 3-day class, but I only stopped in for the field trip to The Yard Muay Thai gym.  It was really exciting to watch James do his teaching thang with a captive audience.  His students were of varying experience levels and looked like they were really taking what he was saying to heart and appreciated that he was forcing them to get out of their comfort zones.  The provided Leica gear was an added bonus (I shot my first medium format shots, BRO.  Wasn't my memory card though, so I don't have a copy, BRO.).  I took a few photos, got to see some sparring, chatted with some of the fighters from GLORY and Lionfight, and made a few new friends.  If one of my new friends is out there reading this, we're friends right?  REIGHT?!?  Please?

Amateur champ Natalie Morgan, looking like she's about to hand me a professional beating.

Amateur champ Natalie Morgan, looking like she's about to hand me a professional beating.

And now for something completely unrelated to photography... by Mark Fulinara

My band just released a new single.  Here's a copy and paste of our press release:

"Hello lion cubs!

We here at Beta Lion HQ have released a new single for your aural pleasure. It's called "Dynasty" and it's the first single off of our upcoming album 'Urban Mythological.'

Sit back on your best couch, pour yourself a glass of wine, hit play on your laptop or hifi system, and then do a spit take when the beat drops and you can't handle the rock and drinking simultaneously.

Love,
Beta Lion"


GLORY 27 Chicago. by Mark Fulinara

Simon Marcus enters the ring before claiming the GLORY Middleweight crown at GLORY 27 Chicago.

DA BEARS.  DA.  BEARS.  DABEARS.  Just had to get that out of the way, sparing you the long, drawn out setup.

Just got back from Chicago and boy are my arms tired.  Damn.  Sorry.  I told myself I'd spare you the jokes.  I had a grand ole time, watching the illustrious James Law and Stephanie Drews do their thing as pro combat sports photographers for the absolute best kickboxing organization in the world, GLORY.

This time around, I shot more of the behind the scenes action in and around the fighter entrance ramp.  It was great watching the fighters transform from slightly nervous people while warming up backstage into shiny rooster showmen as they walked into the arena under the bright lights.

The fights were amazing, the fight teams were delightful, and the entire GLORY staff really makes you feel at home... even if it is a traveling circus of sorts.

I've learned a lot, observing photographers with so much talent and experience.  From the actual shooting of pictures to the interactions with the fighters and clients.  Crazy how I've somehow managed to graduate from taking super boring photos of fire hydrants and garbage to occasionally getting full access to shoot my favorite kickboxing organization.  I feel like I've snuck into a party, raided the open bar, and somehow got invited back for the next one.  Though worry not, fans of boring photography, I will still continue to take photos of clouds, trash cans, and other boring items of urban mythology.

Sony World Photography Awards. by Mark Fulinara

Or, "SWPAAAAAAAAH!!!" for short.

Guys, I've been living a lie for the past two weeks.  As I've been trying to hold normal conversations with you, I've really just had crazies in my eyes, giddy with excitement over being shortlisted for the World Photography Awards.  Maybe you saw the crazies in my eyes.  Anyway, they were there.  And that's why.  I can officially announce that my photo "Falling Kickboxer" is on the shortlist in the open division, split second category.

2016 Sony World Photography Awards (SWPAAAAAAAAH!!!)

I've already got a thumbs down on my photo, which the punk rocker bad boy in me (I swear, he's in there) thinks is really funny.

idgaf by Mark Fulinara

Just kidding, I really do gaf.

Welcome to my new site.  My new blog.  New attitude!  Today, we witness A New Hope, How Stella Got Her Groove Back, and Crush Groove combined into photo website/blog form.

I've got a lot of upcoming projects waiting in the wings, so stick around and check back often, as I pull on the ropes and let these projects fly across the stage of my life, in their Peter Pan costumes, and you will look up at these flying projects, who are actually girls dressed as boys wearing green tights, and you'll be in awe, singing "You can fly!  You can fly!  You can flyyyyyy!"