kayelless10 asked: Ah-ha! Another question. What was your first experience shooting with a model like?
My very first shoot with a model- I bought my first DSLR around 2006 and photographed my girlfriend at the time. After I posted the photos on MySpace (wow that feels like forever ago) I got a few messages from girls who wanted me to take their photo as well. I couldn’t tell you who I photographed first but I’ll post a bit of my really early work. It’s quite clear that I cared nothing about composition or exposure at the time haha
I can’t say I regret too much in life but I am disappointed in myself for deleting my old tumblr with MANY more followers than this one. It’s taken me much longer than expected to build up to 1k but I’m glad I’ve got as many followers as I do. One good friend is better than a bunch of fake ones - guess a few good followers are better than a bunch who don’t reblog anything lol
…Maybe not forever, but I’ll be gone for a while. People obviously don’t respect my work and that’s okay- I know that not everyone has common sense.
Anyway, I appreciate those of you who have supported my photography and followed me thus far. I’m not shutting down my page, just not posting any photos. Feel free to continue to ask me questions about photography (or whatever else you’d like to know) I may post more photos in the future.
Oh and to all of you who have cropped, edited, reposted or changed the source on my photos- you all have no idea what actually goes into the production of the photographs that you all are disrespecting.
I don’t do this for fun and I figured that the rest of the world would appreciate my work outside of physical prints in art galleries. From now on, if you want to see my work, you’ll have to wait for my next gallery showing. I’ll also be publishing my book later this year.
Goodnight Tumblr! ^_^
People reblog my photos and put their URL under them as if they had anything at all to do with the photos. What’s the point of that? Would someone like to fill me in?
Kids are back in school. That means that I get to listen to all of their ignorance as they walk home. I’m letting my dog loose on the next little twit that walks through my yard yelling rap lyrics with their pants at their knees. I can’t believe that these morons are our future. What’s the point of school nowadays, anyway!?
Four models and an epic location… Looks like I’ll be up all night scanning again but these photos are more than worth it!
It’s been some time since I wrote about anything worth reading. After all, this IS a blog right? Well tonight, I came to the realization that I am who science fiction writers base their super villains off of. No, I don’t have a secret laboratory or any super powers. I don’t have a giant death ray or an army of evil minions. What I’ve got is a deep seeded hatred for society and the state of mankind. We live in a society where war is justified by words like “patriotism” and blood is spilled in the name of false idols and imaginary gods. Nicki Minaj and Yo Gotti are considered “good music” and your status in life is determined by the clothes you wear and the car you drive. People actually believe that world leaders are here to help us and that poverty only exists in those “save the children” commercials. I could go on and on but I’ve sure you get the picture. The word we live in is run by fools, liars, thieves, and murderers… and for some reason, the majority of us are okay with that as long as we are left alone to consume corporate waste, own our SUV’s, watch our reality TV, and work our 9-5 desk jobs. And when things go wrong, you look to Super Man, Batman, Spider Man… The police, military, politicians… God, Allah, etc. to swoop down and save the day. Anything to take the blame and responsibility off of yourselves. But what happens when they don’t answer. What happens when you realize that they, the “heroes” you’ve put your faith in don’t give a fuck? What happens when you wake up and realize that you are still human and that the man you laughed at for begging for change the other day is now starring you back in the mirror? Or that the war is no longer on CNN and FOX news, it’s in your back yard.
You see, the “villains” aren’t the bad guys. They are the people who see the world for the giant festering pile of media shit, corporate piss, and military waste that it is. Villains are the ones sick of being ignored and stepped on. Sick of watching people prosper at their expense. They are the little guy who is passionate about art. The “terrorist” willing to die for die for a REAL cause. The few who know that what everyone else thinks is freedom is just a big cage with pretty padded walls. I am a villain. I am the one the media want’s label the bad guy because I see the world beyond what they show you.
I used to ask myself, when reading comic books, why anyone would want to destroy the world. Why anyone would want to wipe out cities or burn entire populations to the ground. I see now. I’ve always known but wanted to see the good in the world. I wanted to believe that we could wake up and rebuild this place for the people and not for the greedy bastards we let make the rules for us. I often find myself waiting for the end of the world or the zombie apocalypse or whatever lies ahead… not for the imminent death and destruction, but for the chance to rebuild something better.
…And if I have to set the world on fire with my own two hands to make a better world for my daughter, I will. I am the villain and there isn’t a super hero, man, or god that will stand in my way.
When I contact someone for a shoot, I’m not looking for them to get all dolled up with a million different colors of eye shadow. I’d prefer if I didn’t have to ask you to move 20 layers of weave out of your face. It’d be nice if you didn’t bring your ENTIRE closet and all of yours and your friends shoes.
…seriously, I’m a simple photographer and I like my work to reflect that. When I contact you for a shoot, I seriously just want to photograph YOU! The shoot is about who YOU are and how beautiful you are without the aid of makeup and designer clothing. I am NOT a fashion, glam, or editorial photographer. I consider myself an ARTIST. that means that I do not care whats hip, trendy, or sexy…The reason I photograph women nude is because to be nude in front of a camera is to present ones self simply and exactly as she is. No added sweeteners, fillers, colors or preservatives. It requires complete confidence on the model’s part to allow the world to view her just as she is and I respect ANY woman, short, tall, black, white, skinny, fat- who thinks she is beautiful enough from head to toe to want to share herself with the world through art.
I contact women that I think are genuinely beautiful regardless of shape, skin tone, hair color, or anything else that the rest of society places so much emphasis on. If I contact you, don’t go ranting on about how you need to get your body back or you want to get better weave… if I thought you were anything less than perfect, I wouldn’t have bothered to ask to photograph you
Just wanted to put that out there. :-)
…I was introduced to a young woman. We’ve talked here and there. Hung out once or twice.
Tonight we went out. Nothing fancy. Nothing serious. Just a late dinner and nice conversation.
But I think she’s pretty awesome ^_^
Just had to share that. Goodnight all.
I’ve got a history of insomnia- Most people pull an all-nighter every now and then. Sometimes I’ll go couple of days without sleep. It’d be nice to wake up one morning and feel completely stress free but that’s like asking the sky to rain turtles -grabs umbrella- If I were to go down the list of things I’m stressed about, I’d be here for the next week or so. Just to put it simply, my level of stress in continuing to manifest itself so apparently in my life that it’s effecting my health. Trips to the ER, medications, going from doctor to doctor, etc. I used to say things like “by the time I’m 30 I’ll…”. I’m 23 now and some days I question whether or not I’ll make it to 30. Anyway, I watch a documentary on my favorite photographer, Helmut Newton, not long ago. Towards the end, the explained the story behind one of my favorite photographs of his; a self portrait of him in a hospital mirror after having a heart attack due to, you guessed it, stress. He had been stressing over a particular photo shoot- so much so that it almost cost him his life. I feel that I’ve arrived at that point and all too early. Photography has become who I am and I’ve grown to the point where it’s difficult for me to go anywhere without a camera for fear that I’ll miss that one moment- that one shot that will make me famous. I stress out over the hundreds of photos ideas I’ve got stored in my notebooks that I fear I’ll never get to create because I can’t find the right model or when I do she/he is unreliable and doesn’t call or show. I stress over of the lack of time I have to go photograph ANYTHING due to circumstances beyond my control and my having to spend almost ALL day EVERY day as a stay at home dad. I stress over equipment that I’ll never get to use. I stress that my work will only be appreciated after I’m dead.
I don’t see myself as a commercial photographer. I don’t want to be that guy who books hundreds of clients and is always busy sloshing through the bullshit of each day, photographing the mundane and lifeless. I want my work in galleries. I want people to appreciate my work as art, simple and plain. I want to tell stories through my photographs be they fictional or true. I wan’t each roll I shoot to be a one of a kind record of someone’s emotions, actions, pain, happiness, and everything in between. I want to document the world for what it is; war, death, sex, lust, greed, misery, love, color, science, religion, happiness, and nature. I stress because I feel like my creativity is locked in a cage, here in Atlanta, with people who are so consumed by their own bullshit and what other people think of them, in a society that has forgotten art, in a country where freedom is just code for “stay in your place.”
It took me years to get where I am now as a photographer and I’m sure it will take many more to get where I want to be. I don’t intend to ever settle on one style of photography nor do I ever want to get comfortable and think I’ve mastered anything. I’m well past my 10,000 hour mark and I plan on logging many more. I just hope I live long enough to be great.
…I’ll start running this like a blog. I’ll post more of my thoughts and maybe even camera/photo advice if you all want. Starting…
…As soon as I get back from picking my lovely wife up from work ^_^