A promo booklet I shot and designed for Venice Heritage Inc.
The aim of the project was to give tourists something simple that they could bring home after visiting the town.
Early in the morning on the edge of nowhere in Arizona. November, 2015
El Cosmico. Marfa, TX. December 2015
Seashells nesting on the Cape Code Seashore. September 2015.
Blue Ridge Parkway. September 2015.
Excited to find out that Outside the Frame was selected to be part of the 2015 Motorcycle Film Festival!
If you’re in Brooklyn on September 26 shoot by the Nihil Gallery and check it out!
South Jetty. Venice FL. July 2015.
Marfa, Texas. March 2011.
I’ve never been more tempted. I wonder if it moves.
I took this photo years ago when I was young and green, before I bought a “real” camera, before I had any idea of where all this chasing of light and form could take me.
I was driving across the country, living in a van with a street magician and trying to find my own little piece of the wild blue yonder.
This is the home of strangers father. The stranger was a tough looking guy I met in a bar in Oakland. I remember talking about heroin, I remember talking about Bradley Nowell, I remember talking about how difficult it was to find a shower on the road when you lived in a vehicle.
That was the reason I found myself here. In search of cleanliness in a house full of beautiful clutter.
This photo was all instinct. I didn’t take note of it until years later. With a more seasoned eye, with a heavier heart it caught my attention while I was flipping through my archive.
This is how memories look to me. All golden light and old dusty things and warmth. They’re beautiful half truths that I can take apart and live inside of for a few seconds when the “real” world becomes too much.
I wanna know what’s hiding under there. Corvette? Corsair? Falcon? Who knows. I’m always curious when I see covered cars.
Poolside. South Beach. July 2015
We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it. ~William Faulkner
“Think of yourself as dead. You have lived your life. Now, take what’s left and live it properly. What doesn’t transmit light creates its own darkness.”
One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish.
Eataly in Manhattan is a such a strange and wonderful cavern of earthly delights. My first visit there made me feel like some sort of Roman aristocrat. All the world’s bounty in it’s highest form readily available if you have the currency.
Tic tac toe three sombreros in a row. Do I win a prize? Is my prize being present at South of the Border when all of this lined up. What a weird place. I’m happy it exists.
I was on the phone with a friend when I turned this curve and just got struck by the beauty of the light. I abruptly ended the call, pulled over my truck and grabbed my camera. Out on the wet asphalt I pointed it at the sky trying my best to capture the thunderstorm pallet of the evening. This is as close as I got and it’s still pretty far off. Photographs may be lies but I think the truth is also flexible.
If I were a trucker this would be my mighty steed. It’s all done up in the color my mother painted our house when I was a kid. The same color my family adopted as our own. It’s nostalgia and horsepower and the open road. All things I love and respect.
Somewhere in the guts of Florida on the side of 301 I bought some lousy peaches from an overheated kid in a stained tank top just so I had an excuse to pull over and take this photograph. Florida is so perfectly weird.
I got to borrow a Leica Q while I was at the LOOK3 festival in Charlottesville VA. It was so, so fun. The only other time I’ve used a Leica was a six hour loan of an M a few years back. This experience was so much more pleasurable. The only downside is that now I’m lusting after a $4.5k fixed lens camera. Damn you Leica and your beautiful German engineering!