“Good Morning Sunshine”
The third installment of Collage Chronicles proves Nicholas to be an angel of the purest kind. A true ray of light on a damp and dreary morning in New Orleans.
Portraits
The third installment of Collage Chronicles proves Nicholas to be an angel of the purest kind. A true ray of light on a damp and dreary morning in New Orleans.
Going West will be a series of indeterminate length showcasing images from Lauren and I’s trip to San Francisco in October 2019 to visit some good buds, eat some good food and listen to some good tunes. Mission accomplished, more to come.
Part III of Going West at the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival. A day wandering through Golden Gate Park surrounded by friends with the perfect tunes playing the background (Kurt Vile and Mandolin Orange amongst others!). What an amazing sun soaked day.
As winter’s chill begins to fade, a light fog rolls through the valley and the woman of the wood emerges to watch over all that is hers.
This series of photos was taken at the end of summer 2018 with my stylist Jessica Schuyler and model Nicole Ruzicka. The idea was to showcase Jess’s most recent collection for Ditto Vintage in her hometown of New Hope Pennsylvania. Mixing multi-exposure imagery with editorial style photography was a blast and I definitely hope to work on more projects like this in the future!
Take that head of yours and stick it through the clouds.
They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers. When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple, and print their bold outlines on the clear evening sky; but sometimes, when the rest of the landscape is cloudless, they will gather a hood of gray vapors about their summits, which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory.
-An excerpt from Rip Van Winkle by Washington Irving