Anything/Everything/All of the time, Los Angles, 2018
This is a complex tale. I’ll tell it over a couple entries. Here’s part 3. Part 1 can be found here.
In fact, I was so inside out by then that what had originated as sheer and utter loathing for for my career…
Fucked, Stockholm, 2019
This is a complex tale. I’ll tell it over a couple entries. Here’s part 2. Part 1 can be found here.
The issue with not loving oneself leads to other unexpected consequences along the way. My escape from this feeling of utter freak-dom had always been a…
A Confrontation, Los Angeles, 2019
This is a complex tale. I’ll tell it over a couple entries. Here’s part 1.
In 2018, I suffered a breakdown. At the time, I don’t think I knew that it was a breakdown, but a couple years on down the road and I think…
Through the looking glass, Palm Springs 2018
After the first week of quarantine there’s an interesting emotional dichotomy at play. But this is about more than Covid 19 and quarantine so let me back time up a few weeks, to a morning I woke-up, completely disoriented, crying my eyes out.…
Relax, Los Angeles 2019
When I still lived in Sweden, this was always the worst time of the year. Christmas had come and gone. New Years had come and gone. It was neither winter nor spring. It would snow and then the temperature would rise and the snow would melt…
Learning to Fly, 2019
As the year 2019 comes to a slow, inevitable close, I’m struck by the sudden desire to start photographing again. I can’t really say that I ever stopped–I carry a camera with me every day to work. I shoot images on the weekends out with the…
I spoke to Bruce Guilden at the opening night of his “GO” show opening a couple years back. While talking, I mentioned that my favorite book of his was his monograph on Mardi Gras, “Hey Mister, throw me some beads.” In what was quickly becoming a trend of that conversation,…
“When I was young” New Orleans 2018
When I back in New Orleans for Mardi Gras–my first in twenty years and the kids first ever–my mother insisted that we go to the Lakefront airport. When I was a kid, I was fascinated with planes trains and automobiles just like every…
“Deafening Silence” Malibu 2018
It’s quiet where I am. It’s so quiet that the noises outside are monstrously loud even though there’s nothing new or unexpected about them. It’s the same motorbikes and traffic and barking dogs and car alarms I hear every day, but the house is oh so…
Bridging realities, Los Angeles 2017
I’m still alive. I’ve had a ton to write about as well, but the formula is broken without the images to accompany the narratives. So I’ve put it all on hold while I’ve focused on making other kind of images using other techniques and technologies…
“Timothy” K-Town 2017
There are few people that I call good friends.
I think a lot of of it has to do with the fact that I’ve never really been good at being a friend to another male adult. I have a hard time connecting with my gender on a…
“Film Worthy” Hollywood 2017
I’ve had to make a few changes in my life for 2018. We’ve always had a comfortable lifestyle, the Noellert family. We’re not wealthy or even rich or affluent, but we’re not middle class. Ester says were “bougie” from time to time which makes my face…
“Hairy Scary” Santa Monica 2017
The idea for this image came in a flash. Ella and I were sitting in the living room. I was reading the Sunday New York Times and Ella was behind me, on the other side of the room brushing her hair with what could only…
“Behind” Carson, 2017
Over the break I’ve taken some time to edit. I’ve tried to be brutally honest with myself and the result has left me feeling a little conflicted. Of my last 250-300 or so pictures I had pulled perhaps 20-30 selects. That puts my hit rate in the…
“At a loss” Los Angeles 2017
I’m at a loss.
I don’t remember making this image. And while I don’t recall making this image, I am 100% certain that I was the one who made it. That may sound ridiculous but when you are married to a photographer and have…
“Hail to the Chief” Venice 2017
I’ve been sick and upset and not in the mood to post here or on Insta. I haven’t even really been in the mood to be a citizen of the United States or even a human of earth lately. I have a sinus infection…
“A is for accident”
On the days leading up to that trip to Ikea a couple weeks back, I had an aching feeling. Anyone who has shot long enough with the same camera–especially film cameras with a bevy of mechanical bits–can tell you with some degree of accuracy when something…
“There”
Time for something different. I need to stop raging about the world for a few minutes and have a little bit of light-hearted, old fashioned enjoyment, if even only for a minute or two. I may or may not have mentioned that I’m trying to shoot a little more…
“10 minutes 1”
“10 minutes 2”
“10 minutes 3”
“10 minutes 4”
I rarely shoot just architecture anymore. Somewhere along my photographic journey I was pulled towards images narrating a human experience to art or architecture or the surrounding environment. Architecture began serving a compositional role that is one component…
“Fuck you man”
The story behind this image starts as a familiar one. I’m out shooting downtown and something catches my eye. I quickly frame up and hit the shutter. A few weeks later I look at the negatives and it either worked out or it didn’t. Sometimes when I…
“Waiting”
My train rides with Elliot always lead to Union Station. The Expo line stops at 7th Street and we transfer to the red line and ride the rest of the way to Union Station. Sometimes we’ll get out and walk down 7th and then turn left, up towards Grand…
“At the end of the day 1”
‘At the end of the day 2”
“At the end of the day 3”
Nothing today will be related to photography really. You’ve been warned.
I haven’t processed any film this month so far. In fact I haven’t shot very much this month…
“The Driver”
“Metroreflex”
“Meanwhile on the red line”
“Doritos”
“Sunbeam”
“LVR”
“See something say something”
“Nap time”
Here’s another batch of images that were all about to hit the edit room floor. They span the course of the last few years with the earliest being in September of 2015 and…
“Home”
I shot at 50mm for two years. It was the only M mount lens I owned so it was the only lens that mattered. During those two years I learned to shuffle my feet, to duck and tippy-toe and bow and every other strange contortion you can make to…
“Eloper”
elope
[ih-lohp]
verb (used without object), eloped, eloping.
1.to run off secretly to be married, usually without the consent or knowledge of one’s parents.
2.to run away with a lover.
3.to leave without permission or notification; escape: At age 21, the apprentice eloped from his master.
4.(of a person…