PHOTO ESSAY, contributor: Randall Coleman of Redd Vision
“It was so close that we could hear the screams. Especially at night.”
Randall Coleman describes what it was like growing up across the street.
He grew up across the street … from Kennywood.
“The (distant) voices would rise … and fall … and rise again. It was really cool.”
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Before summer fully turns to autumn – we’ll know once the 71A scrolling marquee reads ‘GO STEELERS’ – let us collectively look back at the summer of 2016. Let us do this through sight; through the lens of a budding Pittsburgh-based photographer. We sat down and listened to Randall Coleman, creative director at Redd Vision, talk about Pittsburgh. About culture. About our community.
But we wanted to bring something visual into focus.
Let us see our city, as he sees it.
Let us celebrate a life’s work.
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We are all made out of the image of God. And God is the equivalent of love.
I am a photographer.
But it is not who I am. It is what I do.
My identity is love.
Why do we act out of ego?
Compassion. Empathy. Peace. Joy. Kindness. Forgiveness. Grace. Mercy.
We all have these qualities (of love).
But what triggers the ego?
As I get older, I think about that.
Growing up, my upbringing taught me to be competitive.
Who could eat the most?
Who could get to the car first?
Who could beat the video game first?
My friends and I quickly learned how to be competitive.
But as we grew up and got out, we realized not everyone is that competitive.
We had to unlearn some of those qualities.
We learned to manage that competitive feeling.
Being from (Pittsburgh) is interesting.
I’m a 90s kid. To me, Pittsburgh was a sports town.
Cultural events were always Italian, Polish or Irish.
Food and music were part of it.
Then I got to college and began to notice more.
A lot more.
People here are dedicated to their craft.
Pittsburgh is small enough that we don’t have outside distractions.
Our collars are blue.
I remember the first time I met Naf Keen.
He took me to poetry readings.
It felt inspiring and intimidating.
Is my stuff good?
Are people going to applaud me?
I call that era, the shadow lounge era.
Fast forward to today.
We got guys fighting for culture in our city.
We see D.S. Kinsel (Boom Concepts).
Things didn’t work out for the shadow lounge era.
But folks transitioned to this new era. They brought new life to this city.
Sometimes I see my day to day as a jazz composition.
There is structure.
But within that structure, you fill it with whatever you like.
These next two to three years feel like the first hand in a game of spades.
You don’t know who is going to get what.
The culture is still molding.
Everyone is putting their hands on it.
Where does it go moving forward?