26/07/2021
Photographers - I can’t imagine I feel alone in this: how has become the default location for our “work”? Tiny squares of moments we found significant enough to notice, document, and share, scroll by and by and by. I didn’t enroll in a school dedicated specifically to photography when I was seventeen thinking every image I ever took would end up here, for no apparent reason, but now I find myself wondering if not here, where was I thinking they’d all go? For your enjoyment, sure. For my validation, yes. For my occasional income, no doubt. But how has the use and substance of photography evolved in the last ten years since I chose to take my eye and dedicate it to making images of how I see. How does it remain relevant, and avoid becoming only meaningful once enough time has passed for us to feel nostalgic. Maybe the act of documenting has a significants we cannot recognize yet. I pose these questions because lately, I really don’t know.
I don’t usually share images like this on this account. I save this handle for my commercial/editorial jobs and endeavors, showcasing what I can do when someone asks me to, and a lot of it is work I am quite proud of. But in the four months since moving to Paris during struck lockdown and curfew measures, I have not been creating client work, and as a result I have not been posting, but not for lack of shooting. I take photos every single day. It is how I move through the world: observing, noticing the little things that are only there for a moment, and collecting them like one might collect rare books or movie posters. The clouds and the sun and that chair and that feeling won’t ever be there again, and in that moment they’re perfect, and the picture proves it.
And this ramble is really ineloquently written, but maybe you all have something to say, or another question to ask, or maybe one of you even has an answer?
Let me know. Hope you like the photos. From our travels this summer to , and
