Mar
13
2013In “Things I Kept Meaning To Do But Never Started” news, I have instated a new house rule that anyone visiting my apartment for the first time must let me take their picture in my little studio. My first victim inaugural model is Anna, The Gal What Cuts My Hair. I normally go to hers, but today she made a house call and was given the honor of being my first subject. As she stepped in front of the lights she confessed, “I’m not photogenic at all!”
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Jan
31
2013There were two rooms in my grandparents’ house–a wonderful Central Florida bungalow that looked like 1970 trapped in amber–that always held a special place in my heart.
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Dec
30
2012Back in the Bay for Christmas, as with every year since I moved to New York. As usual I find myself camped out in my grandmother’s (“mama’s”) room. Never mind that it had been my room first, or that she was only living in it for a year or so before moving back to the Philippines; because she lived in it once, it is forever branded as “mama’s room.” So it goes.
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Nov
01
2012I’ve never really known my neighbors as an adult. So when I saw that my next-door neighbor was converting his brownstone into a haunted house (at his own time and I’m sure expense as well), I figured the least I could do was offer my studio to trick-or-treaters and their parents, offering to capture their costumes with something a little better than an iphone.
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Oct
30
2012Little-known (unless you’ve ever met me) fact about myself: I have a tendency to overcomplicate things. Present me with a question and I’ll often find the more convoluted solution. It still works (and often well), but it’s also needlessly complex. This can be a bit of a sticking point for me, as photography—portrait photography especially—relies on simplicity.
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