Shots and musings from San Diego based photographer, David Phillipich

Washington DC


I swear I’m shooting more than just the Occupiers. Really. But the Occupy Movement has social, cultural and economic undertones (and overtones), whereas most of the paid work I shoot does not.

This past Tuesday, Occupiers from across the US gathered in DC for a protest against Congress. The crowd, though relatively small (maybe a thousand), still found ways to annoy the local authorities, remain in the news and enjoy a beautiful 50 degree day in mid-January. I tagged along as they “occupied” the Rayburn Congressional Building, marched through the streets back to the Capitol and eventually found their way to the White House.

Protestors occupy the entrance to the Rayburn Congressional Building.

An employee inside the Rayburn Congressional Building stops to take a photo with his cell phone of the Occupiers going through security.

Communication between DC Police, Capitol Police and building security was on full display throughout the day.

A protestor dressed as a Guantanamo detainee enters the office of Maryland Congressman Elijah E. Cummings.

“I’m just his assistant.”

Capitol Police, having taken back the balcony, watch over the protest taking place outside of the Rayburn Congressional Building.

With Capitol Police looking on, a young couple celebrate the moment.

Leaving Congress, Occupiers begin their march through the city, on “their streets.”

Guy Fawkes, one of many Fawkers at the rally, leads the crowd of a thousand down Independence Avenue during the height of evening rush hour. Some good old-fashioned rasta roko.

Employees inside the Federal Aviation Administration building look on as protestors march by and encourage their participation.

Protestors’ flags fly in front of the Capitol Building.


With Capitol Police nearby, Guy observes the Occupiers at the Capitol Building as the protest pushes on into the twilight hours.

The Occupy Movement is comprised of people of all ages, races and religions. And contrary to popular belief, some of them have jobs.

Last stop, White House.

“Mic check!”

Cheers to the Secret Service and US Park Police, the DCPD, the Capitol Police and the protestors for an incident-free day. There were moments of tension, but that’s exactly what a protest is designed to cause. It’s supposed to be an annoyance — an interruption to normal day-to-day life — causing those who aren’t part of the protest to take notice of the grievances of the protestors. Occupy Congress took place the day after Martin Luther King Jr. Day and it was, appropriately, a peaceful demonstration.


Death of Bin Laden, DC Gathers at White House

I parked on the corner of 17th and New York, mine being the only car on the block.  As I lit my cigarette I noticed a steady stream of college students from GW and Georgetown, draped in flags, sprinting through the empty streets.  I hadn’t anticipated this, but I had timed it right.  I weaved my way to the front gate.  The “USA” chants were already resonating throughout Lafayette Square but at that point I could still raise my elbows.  A hundred people, maybe two.  Three hours later, in the dead of night, reds and whites and blues waved as far as my eye could see.  Thousands.  I found myself caught up in the moment, joining in on an emotional rendition of our National Anthem.  I didn’t know anyone killed in the 9/11 attacks but they were Americans, like I am, with mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters, like I have.  I’d like to believe that the joy we saw last night stemmed not so much from the death of an evil man but from the hope we all share that those families might now experience some kind of closure.  It was quite a night.

Cherry Blossomish

I created this post about three weeks ago but never published it.   No better day than today.

I Can’t Work a 9 to 5…

This past weekend I shot Audi’s corporate party here in DC to celebrate the release of their new A8.  As an objective observer, this carmaker does it right.  The space was awesome, the food looked amazing, the cars outside made my eyes well-up and the evening’s entertainment was Wyclef Jean.

The man has serious talent.  He brought people up on stage, joined the masses for a quick break-dance and the music throughout seemed to be exactly what his Audience wanted.  (See what I did right there?)

(all images ©2011 David Phillipich – shot for MOSHE ZUSMAN PHOTOGRAPHY STUDIO)

DC Thundersnow 2011

Last week we had some shitty weather here in capital city.  Yeah, I said it.  It gets compounded here in DC because traffic is so bad to begin with; many drivers are from other states and countries and the three plows we have take their time getting around.

I had some fun on facebook with my trip updates – here’s the first one trying to get out of Georgetown at 4:30.

Needless to say, it was an exercise in patience.  Final tally was about 3 hours, 6.4 miles.  Luckily I had my camera to keep me occupied on the streets and highways turned parking lots.

DCist Exposed Photography Show

So the third photo I took (Off Duty) with my new Mark II was selected to be in the 2011 DCist Exposed Photography Show.  There were over 1,000 images submitted, so to be one of the 42 photographs selected is pretty cool.  The exhibition will be on display at the LongView Gallery in Washington DC from March 15-27.  This is the fifth anniversary of the Exposed Show and to accompany the exhibition, DCist will be putting out a special edition magazine with this year’s selections and those from the previous four years.

Should be neat.

Just Walkin’ About

CDIA had what is now known as a “Photo Walkabout” this past Saturday.  Premise is simple: meet at the school, pick a random intersection somewhere in DC, go to said intersection and roam around a two block radius for a couple hours and see what happens.  I like to refer to it as “walking until something’s interesting.”  I found the following things interesting.  Those who know me know I love black and white, which explains why these are in black and white.  So without further ado, black and white interestingness.