Reading Time: < 1 minute The photographer, to me, is a fly that gets invited into a party. A body that’s ready to act on its intuition for storytelling and is always watching the emergence and disappearance of emotions. It’s a tricky art capturing those expressions of genuine affection, fear, or joy. The very potency of such moments is what makes them rare–and
Reading Time: < 1 minute To me, holding a camera feels like searching for a reminder of those real and metaphysical places that you pass by like a passenger. Because it’s not nylon that holds the camera to my body, it’s nostalgia. It’s that sweet pain that comes before the shutter closes on a flooded river, and reminds you of a place eight thousand two hundred and fourteen miles away.
Reading Time: < 1 minute Photography and cinematography are two things that I do not do enough of, and what I miss about it the most are the shadows. Where light gives clarity the shadows create mystery, which is why this is one of my favorite pictures in my limited photography portfolio. The camera was borrowed, the model was a