Not Quite So, I got a pretty poor grade on a portfolio assignment this week. It’s mostly my fault for not finishing it; I haven’t concentrated on it as much as I should have between other classes’ assignments and old hard drives crashing. The crashing
X-Ray Vision I’m bad at selfies, and I usually hate other photos of myself, so when I’m doing portraits of someone and they’re uncomfortable, I honestly understand. I mean, I’ve never actually seen my own face. I’ve seen my (flipped) face in a mirror, and
Bodily Insecurities It’s interesting how insecurities can come and go with age. I had someone almost come into my life (a big beefy dude who I caught feelings for, and it ended with me getting brutally, yet somehow affectionately, friend-zoned) and seeing his body brought
Hello Fear You know what’s really weird? Being a human who gets paid for the output of their creative brain for a business’ needs. Let me be specific: I am afraid that every time I go to shoot something for a paid assignment, the muse
Too Many Epiphanies At least 4,000 times. That’s my rough estimate for how many times I’ve listened to my favorite song “Iron Lung” by Black Marble since its release. My affection for that album knows no bounds. It’s been by my side through the best
“Constructivism” My summer was a mess and yet a mild success. With my design internship at a local Squarespace-based design start up, I literally sponged as much knowledge as possible from the established in-house designers. Under a squarespace developer, the graphic designer, and the creative
I’m tired of everyone posting crap photos everywhere. And not just a couple—clearly people held down the shutter and then posted everything that came out the other end. Why is it that everyone is a photographer now? More to the point: why is it annoying?
If you’ve ever seen two photographers at the same event, you may have noticed they play a little game I call “Whose Lens is Bigger.” It’s like a dick-measuring contest—but publicly acceptable, and supposedly signals something about one’s artistic merit or level of professionalism or
Being the broody kid always working on a ceramics project alone in high school, I blocked off any connection with anyone who wasn’t family. I didn’t want to get judged or treated differently once they really knew me. I even kept my family at arm’s
After discovering A$AP Ferg this past weekend (I know, I’m behind with the times), I did some visual research on him. And by research I mean looking at a picture of him because he’s next-level hot. With this creeping, I found an interview he had