The STORY A year ago I traveled to France to shoot in the most spectacular location I had ever seen. I got there, concepts planned, props in hand, and I shot all day long, for hours and hours straight. I took the images home, proud of what I had done, and yet I had no desire to edit them. The longer I waited the more I came to terms with the fact that I would never edit them. They had…
When you’re at the bottom of a mountain and you look up, you can’t see every rock and stone or path. You see the peak, how distant it looks, and very often, an insurmountable task ahead. It may not be immediately obvious how to start climbing. It may be that you see people at the top and project your insecurities onto them, thinking about how great they must be, and how small you must look to them. What we can’t…
There is a certain song that we sing, sometimes without realizing that our voice escapes our clenched throat, that vibrates through the air, noiseless, until it beats against the place it was meant to find. The lyrics are without words yet speak to a place inside where the voiceless booming of magnetic poetry carves itself in deep. Words are not necessary in this song. It is a pounding mystery. The ocean beating rocks against one another, or the crack of…
It was the trip of a lifetime. One year ago I hosted an artist retreat in France, and the group that came together fell in plutonic, blissful love. Throughout the rest of the year we had joked (who even knows how it started) that we should go to Iceland together for an epic reunion, and somewhere along the line, it started to become real. I put together an itinerary with my assistant, and we planned and planned what a trip…
Ever since I started photography I have loved simplicity. Heck, even when I was in film school I would always think to myself: Can’t we just use natural light? And so when I discovered I had full control over my camera and what I produced with it, I ditched the lights and the confusion in favor of simplicity. I have always loved photographing against a blank white wall, and still crave shoots like that. I used to spend hours brainstorming…