Pacific Coast Gallery is a fine art photography gallery in Manhattan Beach California. Located a few blocks from the Pacific Coast, it features the work of Matthew Welch. He is a Los Angeles based photographer who has resided variously in New York, London and Sweden. When not roaming the world taking landscape and travel photos and shooting Flows, he has shot advertising campaigns for clients like Kodak and Match.com. He began his photographic career in the late 80’s shooting concert photos for various indie bands and also SPIN Magazine.
He studied photography and psychology and has degrees from Harvard and Georgetown. While at Georgetown, he was a teaching assistant to Dr. Dave Carter, and worked with Professor Carter to develop the Psychology & Photography curriculum. This study of the psychological aspects of photography influences his work to this day.
Matthew rides a '76 BMW R90/6 and has been known to enjoy a little tequila every now and then...Given a choice, he'd rather be on a dusty road with his camera and his motorcycle, sleeping under the stars, ready to shoot a Flow. Matthew's book of Flows, Just Another Day, was published in 6 languages and, at almost 40,000 copies, the first edition was one of the most widely read photo books in the world when it was published. He is currently working on the second edition.
In addition to Flows, Pacific Coast Gallery is also known for MEGAs. We're at the forefront of capturing these large format, super high-resolution photos. Many of the images are in excess of 500 megapixels (roughly 20 times the resolution of a standard photo) and as such they can be printed 30 to 40 feet wide and remain tack sharp. Of course, not everyone needs a 40ft wide photo. The good news is the images just get sharper and sharper the smaller they are printed. At standard living-room sizes, their sharpness and clarity is almost unbelievable. If you’re ever in Manhattan beach, please swing by the gallery to experience them for yourself in person.
A Personal Note About Flows and My Photographic Evolution
I used to travel with a to-do list. I guess I had been conditioned. I began my professional life working on Madison Avenue in New York, and my days were ruled by my long list of tasks. Pretty sad.
After five years of this, I decided to go traveling with my camera, my Lonely Planet and little else. Off the grid - Cambodia, Vietnam, Borneo etc. A real change of scenery as they say. A chance to unwind and take some different kind of photos. But along the way I noticed something odd. My ‘adventure’ travel didn’t actually feel that adventurous. Turns out I took my to-do lists with me. I began noticing I had a slavish devotion to the Lonely Planet. 10 things to do each day. Up at sunrise to shoot some landscapes in the early morning light. Then the market. Breakfast here with the best Pho. Then to this temple with the biggest Buddha, this museum with the oldest paintings, this tomb of this great leader. Lunch here - Lonely Planet approved! Get a visa there. Rush to the park to watch the sunset, dinner with some new friends, then to the water puppet theatre after dinner. Drinks with other backpackers. Drinks with some locals. Back to the hotel. Wash, rinse, repeat. Adventure travel by the numbers.
I started to feel like a tool.
Was this just who I was? Could I not slow down and shake the New Yorker in me? Or...Maybe there was nothing wrong with this? What the hell. Who knows when you’ll be back in Phnom Penh, right? Pack it all in. This is how Americans travel, after all. It's no coincidence that the New York Times has a travel column called “[Insert City] in 36 Hours”. Here’s ten things to do in a day and a half. Go! It reminds me of the old Seinfeld joke about the Sunday Times – just what I need on my day off, 200 pages of stuff I don’t know, arriving at my doorstep first thing in the morning. One day in Hoi An it finally changed. It was kind of a Forrest Gump moment - I just decided to stop running. I can’t really say why. Like most other days, I had a list and I was on schedule. My to-do list for the afternoon involved visiting Duc An’s House and then shooting the Japanese Covered Bridge from 1593.
On the way to the bridge, as I stood taking some shots of a crumbling building in the early afternoon sun, a stream of kids coming home from school began to flow by. Young boys in their blue shorts and white shirts. Young girls on bikes in their blue and pink school dresses. Incredible. Cotton candy on bikes. Straight from Vietnamese-postcard-shoot central casting.
Rather than shoot the buildings, I decided to sit down and shoot the passers-by. To shoot the day as it flowed past. I sat on the street and shot one roll of film. 36 shots without moving my camera. A girl walking home from school. The same girl running back after she forgot something. A guy with a dozen boxes bungeed to the back of his scooter. A guy in the house putting his bird out to get some sun. An old lady with an eye missing (this is near the DMZ). Another with an arm missing. Things I would not have seen before had I not decided to stand still. I know this sounds like a cliché, but it is true nonetheless. Kinda the photographic equivalent of stopping to smell the roses. The whole thing couldn’t have lasted more than 30 minutes, but it changed how I shoot and how I travel. I no longer travel with a to do list. I wander. I have decided that people are more interesting than museums or cathedrals. Now I just sit in one place for hours and watch the day flow by, shooting the people that pass by, and keeping the background static to bring the people into greater focus. I then composite the shots into what I call Flows.
I shoot Flows for two reasons. One is the effect they have on me and the other is the effect they have on the subjects.
The effect they have on me should be obvious by now. Shooting Flows forces me to slow down and take in the life of whatever city I am in. It focuses the eye on each person and sharpens my attention to all of the small details that make each person interesting. It allows me to see the things I would not otherwise see. And it allows me to get shots I would not otherwise get. The woman in the wheelchair inspecting her dentures. The guy riding his bike with his seat on fire. The oversized lady straining to squeeze herself out of the back seat of an undersized car.
For me, the effect shooting Flows has on the subjects is equally pleasing. It takes the banal moments of life and elevates them into something more significant. The guy dragging his feet on the way to work may not be that interesting as a photo by itself. But in the context of a Flow, he becomes a bit of an archetype. A part of the story of the life of the city. Part of the flow.
Flows also remind me of the commonality of the flow of a day around the world, from Hoi An to Chefchaouen to Amantani Island to Hermosa Beach. Walking the dog. Taking the kids to school. Going to work. Buying groceries. Kids skipping. Grandmothers shuffling. Dogs pooping. We're all homo sapiens doing what we all do.
I am often asked how many shots and how many hours are required to shoot a Flow. It really depends. On the low extreme, in locations with beautiful backgrounds and exotic people like Hoi An, 30 minutes did the trick. Perhaps this was due to the fact that in 1997 I was shooting film and 36 shots felt like more than 36 shots feels like today. On average I will spend around half a day and take over a thousand shots to produce a Flow. On the high extreme, I shot the Hermosa Beach Flow obsessively over a year and took around 100,000 shots. Because this is my hometown, I guess it did not feel so exotic to me. As a result, I felt I needed to shoot enough to capture normal people doing non-normal things in order for this Flow to be really interesting. And I’m sure the vestiges of my inner obsessive didn’t hurt either....