22 October 2010


This is how I've fallen in love again. Mamiya C330 and film. It forces you to slow down and focus. I feel like I've gone from spraying machine gun bullets with my digital to a slingshot and a rock with film. If it had a voice, it would probably call me on my birthday, send me flowers, and tell me everything is going to be okay, if we can all just slow down and realize this is why we started loving photography/art/life in the first place.

04 October 2010

letters from paris and provence, part 2

We can be in the same room together and we don't have to say a word; we're totally comfortable and just know...

29 September 2010

letters from provence

dear provence,
will you marry me? I can't live without you.

24 September 2010

letters from paris, part 1

dear paris,
i love you. on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you love me?

27 August 2010

looking back at what we did makes me want to go back.

The biggest gift that extreme emotion can give us is that the most intense beauty can emerge from it. This sounds ridiculously cliché, but once you experience it first hand, you’ll know. You’ll know. Within the core of the core of the self lies something deeply awesome, but no one ever wants to go there because it can be really painful. Once you enter this 'awesome / painful' area, all you can and should do to feel in control is grab as much inspiration as possible. I had a writing teacher in high school give me the best, shortest advice: ‘don’t think about it, just write’. That is what I’m doing when I’m writing this paragraph: no stopping, just banging my fingers on the keys. I then go back and change, tweak, whatever, but when I’m writing, my head is separate from my body. My heart is doing the word purging, my head is off to the side, waiting to weigh in when necessary. The struggle to create is as important as the creation itself.

And I end with: my camera is the greatest relationship I’ve ever had: it’s always been there for me, it always delivers, it waits patiently without judgement, it’s always honest, it will never leave.

25 July 2010

on the way to something else.

One summer. 12 round trip Southwest flights. Put your child's oxygen mask on before yours! 24 mini bottles of terrible Sutter Home wine (to and from destination). 24 mini bags of peanuts. Turbulence. Excitement. Recycled air. Seats and tray tables in their upright positions.

08 July 2010

new project: plum gorgeous

Hello again. Working on a new project with Nani Steele, and she creates the most simple, incredible tastes and flavors with her dishes. And she works like a true artist. It's like a Jackson Pollock painting in your mouth. Or like that scene in 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory', where Violet eats the three-course meal piece of gum and is shouting names of the dishes she tastes. Like this: cinnamon! cardamom! fennel! honey! spicy! sweet! delicious!
All these polaroids with a poem by William Carlos Williams:

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold