FOTOS SHOT USING FILM, LIGHT AND INTUITION 2012
(none of the photos you see on this site have been photoshopped in any way shape or form)
there are only songs to say what I have to say… fotos are put on hold lately… i find myself sculpting and drawing, preparing my series for exhibition at a gallery of which I have yet to encounter… for now I have nature & friends and this is beautiful.
A bottle of wine later after goodbyes exchanged- Home again and little things, like your shirt hanging on the door still cool with the sweat from your last run, the bed sheets messed about, two glasses of wine from last night in the sink. Your body missed in tonights slumber.
Came to NYC to celebrate my mom’s 60th birthday… a lot of friends in the city but I spent most of my free time catching up with my sister. Back to the old days when we would roam around aimlessly allowing our environment to dictate our next move.
Puglia was all about sherbert sunsets, fresh oysters and mare. The land wasn’t as rich as I expected, it felt dry and neglected. Fruits and vegetables weren’t vibrating on the level as I remembered 20 years ago in Umbria. Days spent in warm water, nights spent drinking strawberries and vodka, watching the people dress up for everyone but themselves and then techno at night.
Luca and I had talked about going to Puglia and we managed to make it happen. I needed to see where his family came from, the building his grandpa was born in and taste the grapes off their vineyard…. to take at least one or two photos this trip to Italy. I’m really lucky to have someone so trusting, open and inspiring as Luca, I never usually like to photograph men.
I’m tripping, but the lights are fantastically spinning around me and I’m trying to grab on to one and fly… but feet are still stuck and only the cosmos know what’s really going on.
Color infrared film always fascinated me for it’s metaphorical meanings. When you think about the funcionality of the film- all living plant life in the photo turns red, so what is green to our eye, the film is reading it as red. This is caused by light and energy. I wonder is what the film is seeing is true or what I am seeing is, am I disorting it because of what my brain is interferring to say. Am I seeing things not as they are, but as I want them to be. I think in the end it’s all truth, there are just different points in the spectrum, but they all exist within a prism of angles.
This is what love is… I get to travel around the beautiful coast of California with my best-friend-lover. I always felt like love separated me from the world and for the first time, we experience everything around us together and together we receive the exchange.
Electriclove, I’ve missed you and all your feathers. My sister is saying “I do” to a french man, who is now my brother. We met 2 minutes ago.
PLEASE DO NOT SPIT IN THE DRINKING FOUNTAIN.
My failed attempt at taking some self-portraits which I’ve been resisting for a while now. All of a sudden, I started to hate myself in photographs. This is definitely affecting my creative process.
Heading to watch my mom get her Masters in interdisciplinary arts, while I’m going through it. You know that feeling of alone no matter how many people you’re surrounded by? It reminds me of a song by Aphex Twin called Weathered Stone.
never ended up going anywhere with this… just another process to get me through the process.
pinky panther rings_2012
Shot some publicity portraits with the lovely ladies of Pinky Panther Rings.
List: White Wall – Clothes – Masks – Cameras
I thought it might be a good idea to start shooting some iconic photos of Los Angeles for an exhibit in Italy… I’m so used to photographing the intimate cosmos that I live within, I rarely turn the camera on the outside world.
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We met 3 months ago and never kissed before today.
There’s not too many ladies that I’m photographing these days… They seem too self-conscious (me included), there’s a spontaneous spirit missing, a relaxed sense of self where there’s no modeling going on, it’s just being. Maya is someone that I met who allows me to have this experience and we’re making some of my favorite photographs these days… my sister is someone who gives herself this way as well and I love these ladies for being so open.
my mom burned her hand
This tree called out to me and said “come over here”, so I went and I watched the windows dance around her, as the light tried to cut in.