West Texas

7/1/14

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Back in April, my good friend Sera and I embarked on a six-day road trip from Los Angeles to Marfa, Texas (you can see her blog post here!).  We had both wanted to visit Marfa for while, having heard nothing but great things from basically everyone we know.  We had high expectations and Marfa did not disappoint.  With those high expectations, however, brought their own challenges, as Marfa is a heavily photographed town (what with it being a trendy, on-the-rise travel destination and home to a huge, well respected artist community).  Within minutes of arriving on their sleepy main street, I instantly felt pressured to create original imagery beyond what my photographic predecessors had done before me.

I feel as though I can’t avoid getting personal here: in truth, the pressure I put on myself was a tough experience for me on this trip.  As a visual storyteller focused on the American West, I wasn’t able to tap into the pulse of Marfa and struggled to find a story.  I didn’t feel like it was my story to tell for a lot of reasons, but before I knew what they were I had resigned myself to the idea that I was a creative failure for not being able to produce in what is one of the most photogenic towns in the American West.  This, in turn, sent me into a huge emotional spiral which brought out my inner critic full force.  An artist’s inner critic can either be a destructive or productive tool, depending on what it says to you.  Every now and then I feel like I’m walking a fine line between both.  During this road trip I found myself in the darkest extreme of self-loathing and destructiveness, constantly calling into question my artistic integrity and worth.  My minute-by-minute thoughts went something like this: what kind of photographer am I? am I original enough? am I really the storyteller I pride myself on?  will I ever develop a body of work that my peers admire and respect? am I actually ANY good at all…  in short: not a great place to be.

I ultimately decided to drop the idea of telling a story and go back to basics.  I spent most of my time using a polaroid land camera and fuji instax and created simply to create.  Sera, being possibly one of my biggest fans and dearest friends, knew how hard I was being on myself and acted as a constant support system — cheering me on and offering sage advice when I needed it.  At one point I had lost the image at the top of this post, and she spent an entire rainy afternoon helping me tear my car and hotel room apart trying to find it.  I was devastated over losing a simple polaroid because I felt like it represented a creative epiphany I had moments after taking it.  After very stubbornly coming to terms that it was gone, I found it again today randomly while scanning the other polaroids for this blog post.  Funny, how those things work out.

Now that I’ve had some time to digest and understand what I was feeling on our Marfa trip (and after reading this amazing article) I’ve come to realize that even my lowest, most terrifying moments were necessary for me to work through.  In a way it’s difficult to look at these images because it brings back vivid memories of how crappy I felt when I took them, but on the other hand I’m also proud of these simple frames that pushed and challenged me in ways that ultimately put me on a path to create my best work yet.

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Eastern Europe

2/5/14

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Last September I was hired to photograph a wedding in Bulgaria (which you can see more photos from here!), and my good friend Smiles Davis was hired to DJ it as well. Since we were flown all the way out to Europe for the wedding, Smiles and I decided to do some personal travel in Austria, Croatia, Budapest, and Prague.  We both fell head over heels for this part of Europe, with Budapest and Croatia’s Plitvice Lakes being some of the highlights.  Throughout our trip we ate amazing food, explored colorful old towns, collected new friends, experienced a vibrant nightlife, and soaked in the rich cultures of four very distinctively different countries.

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IOWA // part two

6/20/12

This is a Memorial Day party for the books. No doubt, the party of the year. Jonathan and Louise hosted a five year anniversary party this past Memorial Day weekened at their Iowa farmhouse and it was just oozing Americana goodness — BBQ, pie baking contest, dancing, croquet, fireworks, sparklers, a random bonfire, and my favorite part of the day: a hayride. It was seriously about as authentic as it gets. We even were asked to wear all white or pastels, which — not gonna lie — was a challenge for me (I am usually dressed in hot pink from head to toe). Everyone fulfilled the dress code and looked sharp as hell! I was impressed.

Sharing these memories with my friends and colleagues filled my heart with so much happiness. We all came from different corners of the country — Michael of The Flashdance flew in from LA to spin some records for us, Whitney traveled from the east coast to bring a Smilebooth, and Seattle-based Brian of Shark Pig brought his super 8 camera. Of course, with families and loved ones in tow.

I feel incredibly honored to have kicked off the summer in such good company. Thank you, Jonathan and Louise for putting together such a great party. And be sure to read more in the feature on 100 Layer Cake!

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IOWA // part one

6/19/12

I can’t get this trip to Iowa out of my head.

The short version is that going to Fairfield was designed as a way to bring together our “work family” — nearly everyone from the creative collective The Flashdance flew in from dual coasts and spent several days in a town that shares a common history for many of my creative colleagues. We were all invited to a memorial day party to celebrate Shark Pig co-founder Jonathan Lynch’s five year anniversary with Louise (which was amazing and I’ll share pictures in the next post). But it was so much more than that.

It’s hard to explain, but rural Iowa really left an impression on me. This day in particular, when we all went swimming in a quarry, after which I spent hours exploring country roads chasing the most beautiful golden hour light I had seen in a long time — was blissful. My eyes felt fresh, my creativity awakened, and I really connected to the American heartland like never before.

Below are some personal photos that I love — one lens, one instant film camera, one day.

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Instagram roundup

6/7/12

Some iPhone snaps taken while traveling over the past few weeks.

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