One week ago my parents traveled south to spend four days with George and I in our Bayou Saint John shotgun apartment – just a ten minute walk to City Park. Though the first day was completely rained-out, the second day of Hogs for a Cause was gorgeous and in full swing, despite the inches of thick mud caking everyones feet and legs. Although, what would a swine themed festival be if everyone weren't covered in mud?...
Hello Big World... It's been a while.
Spent some time over this third month of the year to re-think, re-organize, and slowly re-build my website. A little space in the digital universe that is home to a selection of images I've created more recently. I've decided to give the images of the past five or so years a rest; we'll see them again soon, but maybe in ink rather than pixels.
Some things – old & new – that I'm currently stuck on. Enjoy.
Amanda Lyons - Singer Song Writer | Jennie V - Musician | Mary Beth Barone - Comedian
The passing of the New Year was a marker of many things - One of these being that for about a year these four rolls of film sat in a tiny box under some papers - exposed but undeveloped. You could call them forgotten, but in truth I knew they were there. I thought about these rolls of film almost once a day each time I passed their resting place, and each time I thought of them I forgot a bit more what was laying on the film. Five days before New Years Eve, I finally dropped off the rolls to be developed at Bennett's Camera - One Kodak TriX 400, one Kodak Portia 400, and two Disposable Cameras.
These are some of my favorites.
New York Fashion Week is a whirlwind of a whole lot of style, everywhere, very fast. During the week, I was tasked with covering street style of the attendees, models, and workers that surround and populate the shows, focusing on their eyewear. The images were for The Fancy Archive, a very popular Latin American style website, with a store in Mexico City. These are some of my favorites from the series.
The two most important things for me in a portrait of a face: the eyes and skin. I always find myself coming in close. No matter how far away I start, the final edit always comes down to just the face, and the slightest hint of surroundings.
This is a portrait I captured of my boyfriend's cousin, Eva on a recent trip to Lake Michigan. She is a stunning girl, who has no idea yet how beautiful she is.
Below is a portrait I made two years ago of a friend, Marissa. The shoot started off as a fashion/lifestyle concept, and turned into an exploration of her face - eyes and skin. Seeing this same approach occur over and over in my work brings a sort of comfort. It means (to me) I am naturally repeating something that consistently results in the images I end up loving the most, and it reminds me what it is I truly love to photograph. People.
Disclaimer* This - all of it - will never be curated to appeal to most and will - more often than not, break any and all rules/guidelines that talented, serious writers follow and hold dear. This is for me and can be for you, incase you're feeling like there's just not enough to consume.
I begin this blog post in a mental and emotional state, so overflowing with "--ness" that it is impossible to truly express in any art form. How can one person feel and think so much, not be able to explain any of it (well), and still maintain an outward sense of calm. Don't ask me, despite having the ability, I do not have the answer. Happiness, gratefulness, scared-"ness", and all of the "nesses" are exponentially multiplying. With every "ness" charged word I get out, five more bloom.
I have never been the strongest writer. I use grammar incorrectly, I have an obsession with commas, I often misspell words, and even after the third proof read there are still mistakes left within the writing that will always manage to elude my questionably dyslexic eye. I bounce from one point to the next. I sit down with an initial intention of the writing and without fail, find myself scratching my head, re-reading from the top to try and see where it was I was going with it all. That being true, the meaning and value of the expression of racing thoughts and emotions in the written form is very dear to me, and I feel an extreme urgency at times to pull a pen and paper from thin air to write the nesses that flutter into my ears. What is it for? To save them for later, to look back, consider; reconsider, share, question, and hopefully, to understand.
Last night, 3am at a familiar bar full of unfamiliar people, I heard something but I can't remember what it was. All I can remember is looking over both shoulders for something to write on, and giving up after seeing that the bar napkins were black, and no pen I might find in this dark building would be able to ink the thing, so I let it go, only to hope that after the third gin and soda (never tonic) I might recall it in the morning and be able to save it for later. I've tried using my phone "notepad" to catalog these urgently budding thoughts and I have found there is nothing that feels more wrong and unnatural than pulling out a cold, bright, digital device associated with anti-social, social-selfishness, and unawareness. So: unless pen and paper, no live-cataloging. Instead, it will all be made pretty and digital up here on "the blog" after a thoughtful sit down session with all the ness flowing from my brain, down my spine, through my fingers and onto the keys where they become tiny black pixels on a bright white canvas for all to see; as permanent as ink yet as fleeting as a daydream.