Matthias Clamer for TIME
In this week’s TIME magazine, I have an essay inspired by the magical week after Thanksgiving when my TiVo box crapped out on me and I found myself watching most of my TV on my laptop and my iPhone. Now that TV has dispersed from one machine in the center of your living room to a thousand tiny screens—on your laptop, on your phone, in the elevator, on the back of a taxi screen, etc.—what does it do to the experience and the medium? What does “watching TV” mean anymore?
You can read that story if you want to. But the best part, really, is the way cool composite photo (above) shot by photographer Matthias Clamer. You can’t tell, but I’m sitting on a kitchen chair, in my living room, in front of a massive gray screen that stretched from one wall to the other. For a second photo—which superimposed me on a beach—I dug a lawn chair out of the snow in my backyard. You have to buy the print magazine to see that one, but you get to see my bare feet. Fortunately, it’s very small.
The day after he shot me, Clamer flew to L.A. for the Grammys to shoot Clive Davis and a big group of recording artists that he had signed over the years. It was quite a comedown, I’m sure.