Up All Night

In search for adventure, I approached one of my friends from college and asked if I could tag along to one of his concerts. Being a good friend, he gave me this awesome chance to see him in action; granted I could have gone to his performances for free... but I just wanted to be part of the entourage.

However, being a recluse in the making, this was conceptually a terrible idea. By no means am I a misanthrope, but having 20+ people in a room, with a dash of insane colours flashing about, and a sprinkling of incredibly loud music; sounds like a terrible time. 

It was a fantastic time. I was swept away by the vibes, the smells, the colours, the sounds. The air was an interesting concoction of alcohol, fried food, and cigarette smoke; however, for some reason unbeknownst to me I liked it. Not necessarily partaking, rather being in that middle ground, where I experience everything without being in the middle of it.  The band was blasting away, the patrons were losing their minds dancing their hips off and I was taken by this cacophony of noises. 

So whats moral of this story? There isn't one. Basically I had insane fun at the last place I would ever be. 


Orange II

So I promised sub-par/mediocre writing...



     This was the first time I had worked with Hanna. We had planned, rather not planned, on taking photos in this field. To Hanna, the particular field bore sentimental value; she ran through it almost every day, indulging heavily on those gorgeous midwestern sunrises and sunsets. Because of this, she wanted to capture a set of images that carried that essence. The feeling you get in the morning when the sunrise is perfect, the grass feels soft under your feet and the cold dew is refreshing. 

However, unlike Hanna, I don't run in the morning...well I don't run at all...thus consequently I couldn't necessarily empathize with the feeling of freedom that comes with running. The closest thing I could feel that essentially got close was to dream...In my mind, dreams like good mornings are fleeting and come by once in a while; and when they do, we try to take in that moment and hope to remember as much as we can...but often, by morning almost all is forgotten but that overwhelming feeling of love and appreciation.

Bath time and roses

For this set, it was my first official shoot with Madison. We'd spent weeks thinking about this shoot, we couldn't decide on what flowers to use, what poses to make, honestly, the entire enterprise was a crazy experiment. I admire Madison's adventurous spirit and her willingness to create scenes. I do wish I could be as creative in front of the camera as this lady.




I would love to indulge you on the color theory research I partook in (I didn't); I would love to tell you about the complex nature of the color application, strategies to outwit normal conventions of color tossing (there aren't any). Instead, here is a set of dope colours.