February 5, 2017 · Industries
The lobby at Bing Concert Hall is all soaring glass and clean California geometry, the kind of space that makes you wonder if anyone’s actually allowed to breathe wrong in here. I’m here to photograph which means I’m basically a voyeur, trying to freeze what shouldn’t be frozen: movement, breath, sculpture, sound, the precise moment […]
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January 30, 2017 · Resistance
Say this city has ten million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: Yet there’s no place for us, my dear, yet there’s no place for us. Once we had a country and we thought it fair, Look in the atlas and you’ll find it there: We cannot go there now, […]
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January 22, 2017 · Resistance
Oakland Women’s March, 2017. So here’s the thing about photographing a protest: you’re already lying. The minute you lift that camera, you’re making choices about what matters, what’s worth preserving, what truth, if there is such a thing, you’re selling. It’s a hustle, like everything else. But sometimes it’s a hustle worth committing to. Oakland, […]
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January 21, 2017 · Collusion
It’s Inauguration Day, right? Day one of the Trump Era… So naturally everyone’s freaking out, reciting founding values like scripture, as if Thomas Jefferson’s ghost gives two shits about your a cappella group. But that’s not what’s happening in these frames. What’s happening is bodies moving through sacred architecture like they’re trying to shake loose […]
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January 2, 2017 · Wanderlust
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning. T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding There’s something pure and merciless about that stop sign planted there on the tracks in Davenport like some bureaucratic punctuation mark that wandered off the […]
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December 28, 2016 · Individualism
The first time doesn’t exist in my head, it’s just gone, one of those origin stories you lose in the noise. But there’s your laugh, like gravel and light, cutting through those parties at my parents’ place. There’s me, just a kid, watching some play you’d put together, and you, you, asking what I thought. […]
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December 19, 2016 · Industries
The universe is real but you can’t see it. You have to imagine it. Once you imagine it, you can be realistic about reproducing it. Alexander Calder Look at this thing. Sitting there outside the law school like some kind of predatory bird that decided mid-flight to just fucking freeze, arrested in steel, suspended in […]
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