Lange Studio

02/27/2026

for my 4th year shooting for RK Mellon Foundation.

02/27/2026

Scene through a window at the gym this morning.

02/24/2026

02/23/2026

I first met Malachi Delorenzo when he was in his mother’s belly. I was photographing the Violent Femmes in Milwaukee. It was my first assignment for . I was only getting paid $75, so was staying with the drummer, Victor Delorenzo - Victor’s wife Karen was Malachi’s mom.

Years later I met up with a 20 year old Malachi playing downtown in NYC. He came to work for me making playlists for my shoots. He then hooked up with Langhorne Slim who he produced and played drums for. Also when Langhorne called out, “And if it’s true” - Malachi would scream, “IT’S TRUE!” from behind his kit. Stephie and I followed them touring around the UK back in 2006. We were Langhorne Slim groupies!

Tonight Malachi is with Langhorne in Pittsburgh at the . I will be there with Stephie. It will be fun.

02/18/2026

94 years ago today Duane Michals was born in McKeesport, just on the edge of Pittsburgh. Last October I picked Duane up at the Pittsburgh Airport and drove to the very spot where he grew up. Duane wrote a goodbye note, packed it in a red box, dug a hole under a tree and buried the note. This is a photo from that series.
In 1973, Duane spoke at MIT for a photo lecture series. I drove up with some classmates from RISD and recorded the talk on my little cassette recorder. The next week I spent transcribing Duane’s talk onto a legal pad which I have to this day. It has been my creative bible. Everything I needed to know was in that talk. I went back to it again this week and can’t believe how it still feels so much of the moment.
You are the single most spectacular event in the universe. You’ve got to find out you’re alive.

Photography should ask questions, not show what we already know. Don’t show me what I have already seen.

The work must touch — It’s about vulnerability and transparency;The work has to be vulnerable. We must make ourselves vulnerable.

Break the rules — Everything is subject matter for photography; I don’t believe in categories. I don’t believe in rules. I make my own rules.Everything is subject for photography — all the junk, all the good stuff, all the fantasies, the disappointments, the hurts. For Christ’s sake, just make a fool of yourself trying to get to it. It’s all ideas — everything depends on ideas.

02/01/2026

We are all witnesses.

We all have a voice.

We need to use it.

01/26/2026

Even if you weren’t deep into all the weather forecasts you could feel it. After a while it became, “Good God! Just SNOW already!” The heavens didn’t disappoint. But just before everything became so quiet and the night bright with snow, we went to our neighborhood cinema. The same theater I had seen my first films as a boy. The popcorn guy said a lot of people keep coming to see over and over. It was our first time. The opening shot reminded me of a famous photograph by Wynn Bullock called, “Child In The Forest” that was taken of his daughter. There were a lot of shots from above and a lot of closeups of Jesse Buckley - who you really cannot take your eyes off of - even if you were given the space. I wanted to get more inside the story than I was able to, even as it played my parenting strings. Afterwards we had two straws in a margarita before backing the car into the driveway to sit bravely for a few days of rest. It looks like the sign outside of the has decided that there is no other choice or the Oscar except for “Hamnet.”

01/21/2026

My friend .isaly runs in Pittsburgh where students can go to take pictures in a great photo studio, shoot videos, do podcasts, and make music. Austin is a real community builder - which is a prized role in any town. Every month or so he stages “Media Day” events and always introduces me as “Pittsburgh’s Most Famous Photographer.” I am not sure what that means, but when he says that he always shines the light my way. Austin is fine if I just come and hang out, but I always want to be doing something special.
Last night I had this idea to take corrugated boxes and have friends of Austin’s paint them. We cut holes in the bottom of the boxes and had people put them over their heads. I will post photos from last night over the next fews days - but here is one of my favs. Thanks so much to . So happy they came back from the dead and are now so full of new life.
Yesterday was an incredibly special day. It almost felt like I had my fortune told when put me through a brand defining exercise in the afternoon and despite the fact we have only recently met, totally nailed what I do in a way I have struggled to do my whole career. More on that soon. It was so amazing to talk high level on what I do, then in the evening at Club Cafe actually DO IT!

01/13/2026

Will & Mark Epstein’s eyes 2007

I found these photos of and Mark last night. They have both been on my mind. Will’s new album dropped last week. Such a thrilling listen, but I keep getting stuck on “That Will Be Me” and it moves this purveyor of JOY like some aural magnetic force. I am pretty sure that sadness is a big part of JOY. It has to be.

When I took these photos, Stephie was pregnant with Jackson. I just dropped him off this morning for a high school sr. trip that will silence his phone for the week. Asher reminded me that the last time I dropped Jackson off for an overnight school trip (4 years ago) I was in tears. This morning I got through dropping the boys off with dry eyes, but then put on, “That Will Be Me” and needed my eyelids to be windshield wipers. I am like Will. I don’t think about it often. I can’t move forward if I am thinking too far ahead.

The Steelers lost so badly last night. Jackson was living every play in ecstasy (his positivity) and agony (the reality). We watch the games together because that is what I did with my father. It was almost the only time we really had together. Jackson is very aware of the legacy but we get lots of time together, even with the clock ticking. Ticking to his moving away from home. Ticking just because, that will be me.

The song that came on after Will’s was “Pledge” by Benmont Tench. I love this song, too. My favorite line is, “”And Jesus ain’t the only one to rise in the mornin’ with love as his mission.”

The first thing I tell every single person I photograph is that our mission is putting love out in the world. I mean it.

01/07/2026

I am up in Rhode Island at lab working on proofs for large Dye-Sub prints on metal of my images. It is thrilling to see how beautiful the prints look printed with this process - and in the next weeks seeing HUGE prints from these proofs. The tram here is stellar and patient making sure these images feel photographic and aligned with my feel for the imagery. These are all being made from brand new high res scans that have been processed to make the best prints ever of my work. They will be available in very limited editions.
Being back in Providence is another whole adventure. Staying with one of my oldest friends, Jill Pearlman (who created a feast of Calamari in squid ink) and walking the streets from my RISD days. Meeting a student today who is doing a project on Francesca Woodman. Even on a rainy day, the light here is from such a specific time in my life. Buildings can change. Characters move on. The light is somehow the one constant.