the start

February 15, 2019  •  Leave a Comment

First Cameras I can still recall the smell of my grandfather’s dark room. A pungent mix of metallic and turpentine, the aromatic mash up of his two disparate worlds, photographer and factory worker. My grandfather was a gifted photographer and musician and taught me to shoot on one of his old cameras when I was about 7. Photography was the first thing I reached for creatively with no prodding from adults. My childhood friends can attest to being my first “models,’ as I subjected them to every incarnation of photo shoot imaginable. I grew up consuming the editorial/high fashion world and felt drawn to the photographers who were shooting with all natural light. So whether it’s a headshot in December in Chicago or a lioness in the bush of Kenya, natural light is my preferred aesthetic and comfort zone after working in it for so many years. My overall approach to shooting is a simple one; I am interested in capturing the essence and truth of my subject. I find this part oddly easy, it’s all about connection at the end of the day.

 

 



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