for your consideration: bobby bruderle, photographer
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t For your consideration:
Bobby Bruderle,
Photographer
BobbyThePhotographer.com
I dont expect anyone to look at my website.
For a while I was convinced that having a website would equate to an overwhelming demand for my photography services. While it did bring me jobs, it didnt bring be the jobs I wanted. I made this little magazine to beat out everyone who is con-fined to the monitor of a potential client. I hope you enjoy it!
Sincerly, Bobby Bruderle
BAL EN BLANC(Photos from a rave)
One of the more surreal experiences I had this year was my was my trip to a rave in montreal. I had never been to a rave before and really didnt know what to expect. I knew there would be drugs, and loud music. Everything else came as a suprise.
Myra
Myra is one of my favorite subjects. She is conident, beautiful and talented. She also calls me up when she needs a portrait. The latter of those qualifcations led to this album art photoshoot.
Big John is a local legend in Burlington. He owns the local skateshop and is infamous on a skateboard. A few years ago he sustained serious brain injury after falling at what some say was 50 miles an hour. He broke his wrist in 5 places the day I was supposed to shoot his portrait. Apparently it happened while he was riding to work. It was only at the end of the day that his girlfriend finally convinced him to go to the hosptial.
Hosptial Holidays When it happened it felt like a heart attack. It was late at night and I was out partying. I decied to get some McDololds and sleep it off. In the morning, the sharp pain in my chest had not gone away. I called my mom and she drove me to the hosptial. Luckily, if you say your chest hurts, the ER nurses rush you along. The ER doctor said that my left lung had colapsed. Appar-ently it wasnt a big deal and it happened to tall skinny dudes all the time. He then rushed in a team of nurses and they proceeded to jam a plastic tube into my chest cavity. He told me I would be out the next morning. I ended up staying for 12 days over Christmas and New Years. The images that follow were influenced by a fog of painkillers and the unbearable boredom of hosptial living.
Hosptial Smokers
Last year I lived unreasonably far from campus. I had to walk to classes every day, often early and more often in freez-ing weather. Between my dorm and cam-pus is the hosptial. I would walk past it everyday, sometimes taking notice, othertimes totally ignoring it. Almost ev-ery time I passed it, I saw people smok-ing, exactly 100 feet from the building, freezing. Apparently the hosptial offers no smoking hut or other shelter for hosp-tial workers and patients.
I don’t condone smoking, but I think it is hard enough to be spending time at the hosptial, working, visiting loved ones, dying, without having to go out into the cold to smoke.
This year I decided to photograph the people I saw daily. Patients, nurses, caf-eteria workers and visitors, all suffering to feed a common addicton.
