I wish I had a good excuse for my absence. Backpacking through South America. A high-profile but hush-hush assignment. A secret spy mission. Anything to account for being AWOL for all this time. Especially since the truth is much more boring: I just never got around to writing new entries.
I didn’t even have a lack of photos to blame. In the last three months I shot roughly 6,000 photographs. Not a whole lot by professional standards, sure, but it was hardly nothing. There was definitely enough blog fodder to be found. Nope, it wasn’t due to a lack of material; the blame for my lack of updates lies squarely on my shoulders.
Well, mine and Social Media’s.Read More»
There’s always been an interesting relationship between photographers and rock stars, probably because the two professions aren’t that dissimilar. Both spend lots of sleepless nights (though admittedly for wildly different reasons), both are usually in the company of models, both often called upon to massage egos and navigate personalities, and both are frequently surrounded by people with big hair.Read More»
Whenever I find myself back in the DC/VA area I always make sure to meet up with my old friends and favorite musical misanthropes, Herb & Hanson (usually because they’re the ones I’m there to visit). We have a few drinks, have a few laughs, and then at some point break out my gear and go off to do that photo shoot we keep meaning to have.
And we always get it wrong.Read More»
While on my two-week sojourn back to The Bay, a friend and ex-coworker reached out to me. I’d shot her son’s first birthday a couple years back and as the family had since increased by one, they were hoping for some family portraits. I was more than happy to oblige.Read More»