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,…
Gentle Monster close, Los Angeles 2017
Gentle Monster far, Los Angeles 2017
On the day that I made these images, I remember thinking that I had never experienced a sun shining so bright–nor, for that matter, had I ever seen concrete reflect as much lights as Broadway was currently endeavoring…
“Size Matters” Los Angeles 2018
This will be a simple, cheery post for a weekend that has over-flowed with a wide-variety of naps. I’ve taken quick naps, long naps and medium-length naps. I’ve had naps on the couch, naps on my bed and even a nap on the floor. I…
“Not like the others” New Orleans, 2018
I was walking through the sculpture garden right outside NOMA when I turned a corner and came across this installation. At first it didn’t dawn on me that the life-like statue in-living-color was actually a real human being. He was being so still…
“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…
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…
“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…
“Low” Venice Beach 2017
One of the best parts about living where I live is that I’m only a stones throw from the Venice Beach boardwalk. Venice is seething with images just begging to be made and time after time when I head down there, close to sunset with a…
“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…
“Call Eli” Los Angeles 2017
This store was someone’s dream… I’m going to say that it was Eli’s store and ergo Eli’s dream of how he was going to make it big in the world. He had a dream of how he was going to leave his mark on Los…
“The Reader” Manhattan Beach 2017
The facet of film photography that hooked me was the aspect of full commitment. By full commitment I’m referring to all aspects of photography that a digital shooter will waste time checking or changing or adjusting rather than shooting and trusting their instincts. When I…
“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…
“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…
“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…
“Hello, hej”
“Mirror mirror… mirror…”
“Twin size bed”
If you’ve spent most of your adult life in Sweden and then moved abroad, it’s a moral imperative to locate your closest Ikea the second you come up for air. It’s a law actually… in the Swedish constitution. Given that subconscious mandate…
“Shadows and legs”
I made this image on a Sunday a while back. AM and I had just picked up the girls in Century City and were headed to the Farmer’s Market in Beverly Hills for some fresh produce and then to the library so Ester could take-out a few…
“An End”
The image says a lot but not the whole story. Since the early days of scientific exploration, coinciding with European imperialism, we white people have done whatever we deemed nessecary at the time to further our empires and our fortunes. We have always perpetrated these crimes of progress…
“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…
“Half and half”
On the same day as I made the portrait of Magnolia, the kids and I stopped at the Hammer for a little Saturday culture. I wanted to see the Radical Women exhibit and I think the kids wanted to go to the book store and then maybe…
“(This is) Magnolia and her jacket”
The kids and I were walking back from the Hammer when I saw this lovely young lady sitting on a stoop waiting for a Taxi. She was looking at something on her phone and smiling with this big beautiful smile. Then I noticed her…
“Trifecta”
“Smoke shop”
“Ladder”
“Curious boys”
“Bike your walk”
I love the sunsets here in Santa Monica and I don’t get out as often as I wish to shoot in that glorious light. During the summer it’s a bit easier since sunset comes just late enough that I can make…