Projects & Journal
Woeful self regulation, no more...
Somehow, even after 15+ years in photography, it feels like I’m just now starting. Not in the “starting over” way — I’ve put in too many miles for that. But...
Woeful self regulation, no more...
Somehow, even after 15+ years in photography, it feels like I’m just now starting. Not in the “starting over” way — I’ve put in too many miles for that. But...
This is me, take it or leave it.
Well, I no longer feel the need to justify what I create. The portraiture I make is sensual, beautiful, powerful, stylish, and yes — often sexually evocative. And that’s not...
This is me, take it or leave it.
Well, I no longer feel the need to justify what I create. The portraiture I make is sensual, beautiful, powerful, stylish, and yes — often sexually evocative. And that’s not...
Taking it back...
Eroticism in photographic art has always lived in a strange in-between — too bold for the mainstream, too refined for the underground, too often misunderstood by both. It’s been buried...
Taking it back...
Eroticism in photographic art has always lived in a strange in-between — too bold for the mainstream, too refined for the underground, too often misunderstood by both. It’s been buried...
"Hold the line..."
One key thing I’ve learned is that photography — portraiture, especially — is never truly a solo act. It’s a conversation, a push and pull between my vision and the...
"Hold the line..."
One key thing I’ve learned is that photography — portraiture, especially — is never truly a solo act. It’s a conversation, a push and pull between my vision and the...
Slowly getting back out there...
For over a decade, travel was as much a part of my work as the camera in my hand. Airports, highways, new cities, new faces — constant motion, constant inspiration....
Slowly getting back out there...
For over a decade, travel was as much a part of my work as the camera in my hand. Airports, highways, new cities, new faces — constant motion, constant inspiration....
Ever forward...
The pieces aren’t just falling into place —they’re clicking, locking, aligning.Not by chance, not by luck,but by persistence, by time, by choice. I feel it now, for real.No rush, no...
Ever forward...
The pieces aren’t just falling into place —they’re clicking, locking, aligning.Not by chance, not by luck,but by persistence, by time, by choice. I feel it now, for real.No rush, no...