Eternal thanks to Armin Harris and Mia Diehl for convincing the good folks at Microsoft to leave the lights on long enough for me to reorganize a few wires for Fortune magazine's annual 500 issue.
Each year, the issue showcases some of the most creative illustrators and photographers practicing today; it was an absolute honor to be tapped to lend my style to the canon if only for this brief moment.
Stay tuned to the blog for more updates on this and other new projects.
On newsstands now, new conceptual portrait work for Seattle Met featuring Katy Nuttman and Reed Larson of Jet City Improv.
Had a blast shooting this; you can check out the video below which features some of my initial ideation that yielded two characters - Oculus Bro and Segway Gal - who never got out to see the light of day.
Up top here, a fun idea that would've had a bear ransacking the campers' backpacks while they contracted guardia from the stream they sipped from.
The lower doodle shows a version of Oculus Bro being unable to see two bear backpackers who've hidden themselves in the tree so as not to tip the humans off that they, too, enjoyed getting a little mountain air in the lungs.
Get at me in the future if u see me as the vehicle I really am now.
Forever and always in new eyes,
Always a blast lending the vision to the folks of Adweek; they approached me about baking a cake for Jack Dorsey's brainchild, Twitter, on the occasion of it turning ten years old.
Margo essentially knew what she was after, but it took a certain level of collaboration over the final few days in leading up to delivery of the project that it really took shape.
And then Margo was like:
And me and Vitale were like:
And then they were like:
Here's the opener made based on the sketch seen above.
Excited to share more news and the like very soon! Crazy stuff en route!!
People are into asking about what it looks like and how it feels.
if interested, go ask somebody.
How to explain these sights - perhaps like a corona? If I said it were like keeping a pocket sun inside?
Close, but you still couldn't see me.
...is a lot like being married. Uh huh, I guess?
Having only known the healthy marriage I enjoy with my wife, I truly didn't believe the comparison until a saint appeared and offered her hand.
While I'm bummed about NOT getting to enjoy a salad shipped from NYC, I am extremely happy to announce that I've teamed with Michelle Bablitz of Saint Lucy Represents.
Michelle will now aid in helping me produce the unique style of conceptual photography I dream up for a steady-growing list of commercial clients and brands.
With a few advertising projects under our belt, her fiercely confident approach to production has already helped a few creatives put to rest any qualms he/she might have had about working with a photographer's rep.
Honestly, she's a different classification. Kind of like me; why put a name on it.
My beautifully-sensitive daughter, Zana, is ten and a half months old now; I love spending time with her as she explores her surroundings.
She's in that wonderous transition from crawling to walking, and I just want to report that 'yes, it does go by in a flash.'
Actual potent photography business updates in the coming days, too.
I've been developing a new self-portrait project over the last few weeks that's had me out in this moonlight.
As such, you could say that I've been recalibrating my vision on a number of levels.
Consider this image a better visual representation of the many forms I now inhabit moving into 2016.
Forever yours in the war,
This man was my first portrait crush.
He could mold the smug straight out of a 17 year-old and return a mother to her little lady or man in the span of that half-hour portrait sitting.
Merely witnessing his method caused such a state of entrancement that one would swear he was a hypnotist. It'd be unfair of me to expose Jeff's many gifts; all I can say is that I'm happy to have been under his tutelage for the span of a few months after my time at Memphis College of Art.
As I reflect upon all the many gifts bestowed upon me, I've been thinking about previous teachers and mentors that had a positive influence upon my calling. Stay tuned in 2016 as I reveal more on my storied path to the commercial and fine art photography profession.
I'm recalibrating my eyes once again in preparation for a new self-portrait project. As such, I find myself looking inside every once in awhile to fully observe the many gifts I've earned over my thirty-six years. A funny feeling to perceive your own eye, your very presence, in a pane of glass.
Posting up early to get a shot of the big man.
Hope everyone knows which line of naughty or nice they fall on.
Not interested in all that, just affecting the canon.
I spent last Friday morning with my four year-old daughter, Tala, and a pediatric nurse named Anita or Betina who pressure-sprayed this hunk of earwax from the right ear canal of the beautiful changeling seen above.
An unexpected date with destiny for both of us, I was planning to work on a series of photo-related papers; she was gearing up for a heavy day of cartwheels and sunflower butter sandwiches.
These small little things, they feel like your heart exploding. What, earwax? No, an eardrum as your little girl starts to fully grasp this procedure demands Dad hold an oblong spittoon thing firmly against her head until Danita flushes whatever's up there out.
As evidenced in the image above, it is safe to say that we shared a mutual feeling of not enjoying any single minute of it. The delicate bond we've shared since she was a toddler has been increasingly put into question over the course of the last few months as we welcomed the twin wonders of Arno and Zana into the settlement.
It's complicated, but she simply knows when I'm with her and if I'm not.
Rather than have some cartoon dog be a decoy for my daughter's heart, I'd much rather introduce her to Edith Piaf or aid in her transformations. She's done wonders for mine.
Promise to blog soon about recent editorials and advertising projects for Women's Wear Daily, Amazon, Marriot and others.
Spent an absolutely magical Thanksgiving holiday in Scottsdale, AZ going deaf with close family members in this acoustically-superior minivan. **WARNING - THIS IS A VERY LOUD AND TRILL LOOK INTO THE DARK MAGIC OF HAVING KIDS. ADJUST MINDS AND DECIBEL LEVELS ACCORDINGLY FOR THE NEXT THIRTY SECONDS.**
Lastly, here's a serious darkstep track I recorded in open air last night off of a water pail since even the rain got spirits where we living.
The montage below showcases some of the time-based, self-portrait studies I've been debuting on my social media channels.
These portrait studies are made in-camera with various materials that hold a certain personal and familial significance to the artist. I've been working out some bracketing techniques on my Hasselblad medium format digital system over the last couple months, but I'm now ready to exercise the approach out in the field. In the coming weeks, I intend to start proofing the project in 4x5 color transparency and black and white sheet film with an array of technical box cameras and pinholes.
Made vertical panoramic images in Arizona last week. This is one of my favorites.
If I don't freeze to death doing it, I've got some other approaches to time-based landscape photography planned in the coming weeks.
Stay tuned for a wacky one.
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