Archive for January, 2011


Published by cctadmin on January 31st, 2011

FiRST i would really like to say *THANK YOU* to each and everyone for their birthday wishes over the past weekend.  i’M what you’d call a very lucky guy.

Fleeing the city for a get-away is oh-so important now and then.   This is why we took off to Montreal this past weekend and i’m pretty sure we’ll be trying to do it more.  Did I mention my Uncle  and his family live there?  Woops!    Thank you to my Uncle Bryan, Katherine, and Montreal in general for hosting me and my partner, and for providing generosity and hospitality.  Also a special THANK YOU to my Uncle for introducing me to a Montreal-based photographer by the name of GABOR SZiLASi.  This is an artist who’s work I immediately appreciated but have to admit knew nothing about prior.  I’m very captured by his work, or at the very least, the bit of work I was able to see in THE ELOQUENCE OF THE EVERYDAY – currently on exhibit on at McCord Museum of Canadian History (until February 6th).

GABOR SZiLASi has created one of Canada’s most significant and influential bodies of photographic work, both environmental and portrait.  His images have a documentary style to them and he, an eye for playfulness within his subjects, and the often domestic and urban view he captures them in.

Below are a few of the exhibited photos but for more information on GABOR SZiLASi and his work please check out:

Glad to be back home and looking forward to a photo shoot collaboration with BONNiE FiNDLEY tonight!

Below are a few personal photos from my own collection this weekend:


Published by cctadmin on January 29th, 2011

Styled and Photographed by CC TRUBiAK, January 2011.

“Hi i’M TANYA TUCKER, i’M 15, YOUR’RE GONNA HEAR FROM ME” – Rolling Stone, 1974

Published by cctadmin on January 28th, 2011

Something that amazes me is how Tanya Tucker recorded her first record, at the age of 13.  I guess by modern standards that’s not so surprising in today’s youth obsessed entertainment industry.  With Youtube and shows like ‘America’s Got Talent’ (and of course the likes of Oprah, Ellen et all) it’s not such a far stretch to see youth possess such raw talent anymore.

But for me – when I was younger (and buying a lot of old records at local garage sales) – it really did blow my mind when I first heard her debut record, Delta Dawn, originally recorded in 1972.  Moons before I was ever born.

There is a strange, yet seductive contradiction to TANYA TUCKER and this record.  Some say for a girl who was only 13 at the time, to sing about LOVE, DEVOTiON, LUST and a crazy local named Delta Dawn – was a rather unfamiliar thing back in those days, particularly when radio was a very male-dominated arena.  Very few women were heard on the air waves prior to the likes of PATSY CLINE, LORETTA LYNN, TAMMY WYNETTE and DOLLY PARTON paving the way.  Then there was a new breed of talent with Tanya Tucker.  And particularly when you consider how husky and deep her voice is; years beyond its age in numbers.  Another reason why I found Miss Tanya Tucker so FASCiNATiNG.  iNSPiRATiONAL.  iNFLUENTiAL.

Originally when Tanya was signed to Columbia, producer BiLLY SHERRiLL wanted her to record Donna Fargo’s “The Happiest Girl In The Whole USA” and release it as her debut but Tanya saw Bette Midler perform “Delta Dawn” on The Tonight Show and wanted to do that song instead. Despite Bette’s version and Helen Reddy taking the song to the top of the pop charts the following year, there is no doubt Tanya makes it her own.  *Important to note is that BiLLY SHERRiLL is/was a record producer most famous for his association with a number of country artists, most notably TAMMY WYNETTE.  In 1968, Sherrill co-wrote with Wynette her most famous hit, “Stand By Your Man”, helping her to develop her stage persona, as he did with Tanya Tucker.  It goes to say that BiLLY SHERRILL is an amazing man – and I would give my left nut for the opportunity to create THAT SOUND from THAT ERA.  That is QUiNTESSENTiAL NASHViLLE TENNESSEE.

Many years, transformations, tabloids –  and many records later, Tanya Tucker still records and By Golly – she still HAS IT.  Weather radio knows this – I do.  Here’s to Tanya Tucker, Billy Sherrill and a record I only WiSH I could have made myself.



Published by cctadmin on January 26th, 2011

Styled and photographed by CC TRUBiAK, January, 2011.


Published by cctadmin on January 25th, 2011


Watch this movie and you’ll never, ever want to get married. Especially if you recall that screaming scene between Ann-Margret and Jack Nicholson: “You want a job? I got a job for you. Fix up this pigsty! You get a pretty Goddammed good salary for testing out this bed all day! You want an extra fifty dollars a week, try vacuuming! You want an extra hundred; make this  Goddammed bed! Try opening some Goddammed  windows! That’s why you can’t stand up in here, the Goddammed  place smells like a coffin!” The topper? “Why don’t you leave me? For God’s sake, I’d almost marry you if you’d leave me.” May be one of the most searing examples of “the excitement is gone” ever made. Dear Lord.

1971’s Carnal Knowledge is arguably Mike Nichols’ best film aside from Who’s Afraid of Virginia Wolf. An acerbic, unforgiving, frank look at male sexual arrogance and frustration, it is also full of cinematic style.  Detailing the travails of a generation giving up on old-world ideals, Nichols uses a subtle sparseness, which mixes well with an otherwise bleak and heavy outlook on relationships.  I can recall having a great appreciation for how the film LOOKED.   Sure, Jack Nicholson was a burgeoning bastard – but boy did he look swell beside Art Garfunkel in his duffel coat.   Ann-Margret and Candice Bergen also sport all sorts of chic early 1970’s garments and hairstyles well worth imitating.   Carnal Knowledge stands out to me as a film that not only caused a lot of stir (in 1971 the general public was not very receptive to the films frank discussions of sexual issues), but served a lot of gritty and stylish eye candy – weather covered in divine furs or textiles, or stripped bare and vulnerable.

Ann-Margret also turns out one of my favorite supporting actress roles in early 1970′s cinema as Bobbie Templeton – Jack Nicholson’s “Ballbuster”.   Of her role, Time Magazine raved:  “It was like watching Minnie Mouse play Ophelia – brilliantly.”


Published by cctadmin on January 24th, 2011

Styled and photographed by CC TRUBiAK, January 20th, 2011.

LUC PiGEAULT – ONE NiGHT STAND / Feb 18th, 2011

Published by cctadmin on January 24th, 2011

Ottawa photographer Luc Pigeault is having a ONE NiGHT STAND on FEBRUARY 18th – at La PETiTE MORT.  After having worked with him on this project, I’m very excited to attend the event myself.  I HiGHLY encourage all of you to do the same!  Here is some additional info to whet your appetites!

“Bathed in bright lights and fantastic light forms, Pigeault presents the sexual desires and explorations of his subjects in a manner that blurs reality with fantasy. And rightly so as many sexual fetishes are based on recreating fantasies. Those actions that happen behind closed doors, are put front and center in his photographs, and yet almost entirely cloaked through his light painting. It is a convoluted way of revealing and celebrating that which is often spoken of in hushed tones, and yet ultimately complicating the matter even more through his light forms.- Christina Anastassopoulos, 2010

Through my camera, subjects become a canvas on which the paint used is replaced by light. Portraying people in acts of passion, lust and love.Things usually hidden behind closed doors will now be lit up in different colors and patterns. Human behaviours that are in times uncontrollable and undecided, repressed by the mentality of mainstream society. Some might relate to the acts portrayed but never admitted to. Most of these behaviours are simply a quest for sexual fulfillment and ecstasy. A natural trait of the human mind if you ask me. -Luc Pigeault, 2010″


La Petite Mort Gallery
306 Cumberland Street

Friday, February 18 · 7:00pm – 10:00pm


Published by cctadmin on January 19th, 2011

Styled and Photographed by CC TRUBiAK, January 17th, 2011.

*** Ode to Dolly ***

Published by cctadmin on January 19th, 2011

“The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.” – Dolly Parton

DOLLY REBECCA PARTON always has and forever will remain a huge influence. I’ll consider myself fortunate in that I have checked off a couple of things that only used to be on my WiSH LiST when I was much, much younger. I saw Dolly perform once in Ottawa a few years back (Those Were The Days Tour) and more recently went to Dollywood in Tennessee.   I have to say that both were magical times, and I have always tried to share the GOSPEL of DOLLY, like its my own religion.  The only thing left on that WiSH LiST that I’ve yet to fufill concerning Dolly: sing WiTH her someday.



CC TRUBiAK PHOTOGRAPHY / The Myth of the Snow Panther

Published by cctadmin on January 18th, 2011

Written, styled and photographed by CC TRUBiAK



Once upon a time,there lived a tribe of nomads who called the treacherous WHiTE MOUNTAiNS home.  They were few in population, but what they lacked in numbers, they made up for in sheer determination.  They braved the dangerous terrain, the frigid temperatures and the blinding blizzards for one reason alone: they were on a quest.  Not a quest for gold, or land, or power.  This was a great spiritual quest to find a mythical creature, a beautiful being known as the SNOW PANTHER.

The story of the GREAT QUEST begins many hundred years ago, when a young nomad left his sedentary tribe on a search for better hunting and farming grounds.  For many months, he searched valleys, forests and wetlands, most of which offering locations that would have been suitable.  But his adventurous spirit wouldn’t allow him to return just yet with the good news.  During his journey, he had ventured north and had reached the foothills of the massive White Mountains.  He had never seen them before, and their enormity was beautiful and awe-inspiring.  The elders in his tribe had always warned against trying to travel these snow-covered slopes, for they presented many obstacles and dangers even to the bravest and experienced WARRiORS. None who had ventured in the mountains had ever returned.  This, however, did not stop him. Something deep inside urged him to go on, to brave the mountains and discover its secrets.  And so he did.

For a month he traveled the rough territory in search of something.  He did not know what he was searching for, but his instincts had told him there was something to be found, thus compelling him to continue.  However, in the harsh conditions, he had grown cold, hungry and disoriented.  Blizzards had left his senses stunned, and he could not find his way back to the foothills.  He had practically given up on his search.  He was too cold and desperate to pay heed to his instincts.  He wanted to leave the White Mountains and never return.  But all of that was about to change.

As the cold was worsening and the feelings of hopelessness were settling, he whispered a prayer to the spirit of his ancestors to show him the way out.  With the little strength he had left, he once again began walking, his feet sinking in cold snow with each step.  Through the blizzard storm he could barely make out a figure in the distance.  He could see something, or someone huddled in a snow cave, and at first he thought it was one of his own lost people.  However, upon closer inspection through the storm he could see it was anything but one of his own.  It was then, when the nomad’s eyes glimpsed the beautiful pale creature for the first time, that he would come to see the SNOW PANTHER.  The being had all the characteristics of a human: eyes, ears, nose, mouth, hands, feet, fingers, and toes.  And it had the silkiest white skin the nomad had ever seen, despite his disorientation.  Yet there was something different.

Once his initial shock subsided, and he knew this was no mirage – the nomad cautiously approached the beautiful being.  Nearing it, the nomad could see that whatever this creature was, and however unfamiliar and awe-inspiring, it was of no great threat to him.  Not alone.  Not in its weakened state.  The creature appeared to be weaker and more frightened than the nomad, as it cowered deep down in the snow.  Blizzard winds whirled about the SNOW PANTHER as it shivered like the most fragile of nature’s animals.   Yet something beckoned the nomad to approach.  Normally the nomad would never rush to the aid of any wild animal, and certainly not on the deceitful White Mountains.  But this was no normal circumstance, and he knew.

At the SNOW PANTHER’s side the nomad looked down at it quivering on the cold ground.  He was in sheer wonder and overwhelmed with a great sense of bewilderment and tenderness.  For looking back up at him, was as close to any reflection of HiMSELF as he had ever seen in his own short life.  Their eyes fixed on each others, silently taking the other in.  Although no words could be spoken, SNOW PANTHER’s eyes beckoned the nomad to have mercy.

Reaching into his satchel the nomad handed the SNOW PANTHER what little bit of food he had left.  First looking at the nomads offering, and then back to the nomad’s eyes, the SNOW PANTHER accepted the gift, plucking it quickly from the nomads hand before putting it in his mouth.  The wild winds blew all around the nomad and SNOW PANTHER.   It was in this instant something purely mystical happened.  The moment itself had an indescribable tenderness among the snowy chaos.

SNOW PANTHER looked deep into the nomads eyes, and as he did, tears of great joy and pain welled.  The nomad did not know what to make of it, only that the feeling being exchanged in that moment was unlike any moment before.  Despite himself he was frozen in awe.  The SNOW PANTHER slowly rose on its hind legs, reaching out to the nomad for balance.  The tiny scrap of food was enough to give the SNOW PANTHER strength to rise.  And he seemed to want to communicate something to the nomad.

Never again would the nomad be able to describe to another human being exactly what was about to happen next.  He would go on to wonder if what he saw was actually real and not illusion.  For all at once this weak and frightened SNOW PANTHER lifted its hand up to the face of the nomad.  Peering into the nomad’s eyes it was almost as if he were trying to ensure the nomad would hear his message.  Although the snow was blowing all about them, the world seemed to stop.  The SNOW PANTHER touched the nomad’s cheek and embraced his reflection in the nomad.  In this exchange the nomad had never felt closer to a HiGHER BEiNG.

Gently letting go of the nomad, SNOW PANTHER began to move around on its hind legs in the most graceful manner.  It appeared he was dancing, for his arms were rising and falling.  In a way it seemed he was performing for the nomad, and in doing so he was telling his story.  His physical beauty kept the nomads eyes locked.  Rising up, then down, extending his long arms, and arching his back – the SNOW PANTHER was all at once full of elation and gratitude.   The nomad could feel great loneliness coming from him, almost like a child who found his long lost friend.  His dance was exquisite, and the more he moved the stronger the blizzard winds blew.

The SNOW PANTHERS tears began to fall from his eyes again, only this time as they fell they would turn into SNOWFLAKES.  One by one the snowflakes fell and the storm grew stronger all around them.  Unafraid, the nomad knew all at once that the SNOW PANTHER was the reason he was drawn to those White Mountains.  He knew that SNOW PANTHER had an important message for him and his people.  And as SNOW PANTHER danced delicately in the blizzard winds, he gave the nomad this gift.  He continued to shed tears that became intricate snowflakes as they rolled off his cheeks.  Tear by tear, snowflake by snowflake, the SNOW PANTHER began to fade away into a swirl of white until all at once, he was gone.  Without a trace.  The nomad stood there very still for quite some time before starting his journey back home.  This time he was homeward bound, with a rejuvenation and energy that would alone, feed him for days.

Upon that nomads return home, and after that fateful experience of tenderness with the SNOW PANTHER, he shared with his tribe the sense of higher connection.  Along with him they believed, with such a sense of conviction, that if they could return to the White Mountains they may be able to uncover more to this mystery.  They even believed they could help the SNOW PANTHER and his kind, by teaching them the secrets they need to know to survive love and life.  For hundreds of years this nomad’s tribe searched the snowy mountains for the SNOW PANTHER.  But never again this they ever come to find one.