I can’t seem to recall a time, ever since we became friends, when Mia and I weren’t discussing her dream engagement photos. Like our common love for babydoll dresses (OK, just so we’re clear: I don’t wear them, I just love them for their grunge connotations), it felt like planning her engagement shoot was part […]Read more "Country Strong: Neil and Mia"
The theme they chose was cowboy/ranch hand—Carl Bual, the groom-to-be, was a veterinary sales rep who’d grown up in Bukidnon surrounded by horses, and he wanted to relive that time in his life. And who was I to say no to an equine-related concept (those of you who’ve been following my blog will know I’ve […]Read more "Cowboy Kind of Love: Carl and RJ"
“If you could photograph only one thing in the world, what would it be?” A friend of mine once asked me this question almost out of the blue. She was half-expecting me to scream “Chris Burden’s Urban Light outside the LACMA!” or go all out and pick a really outrageous subject like, say, the divine […]Read more "How ‘Bout Them Cowgirls: Amanda and Mia"
Only a few months into this whole blogging thing, and already I’ve been a delinquent. Yes, some of you might have noticed that I didn’t have a journal entry for last month (October). And I’d promised I was going to do it every month! Shame. I can assure you, though, that it wasn’t out of […]Read more "Work Horses and Show Ponies: My Month in Instagrams | November 2011"
Just when you think I’m done with this crap, here I am again with another set of Poladroids. Blame it on design It Girl Rita Konig. I was at three different bookstores this month looking for a copy of her book Domestic Bliss but couldn’t find one (don’t they stockpile on anything other than teenage […]Read more "Shake It Like a Polaroid Picture 2"
You know the feeling when you’ve discovered something totally rad, and then you become so obsessed with it to a point you wish you never found out about it in the first place? Well, that’s kind of how I feel right now about the Poladroid (yes, you’re reading it right, with the extra D—how’s that […]Read more "Shake It Like a Polaroid Picture"
My father was a photographer. Well, he was a lot of other things, too—farmer, businessman, practical shooter/handgun enthusiast, tennis player—but it’s the photographer part that’s etched deep in my mind and the first thing I remember whenever I think of him. Was he a professional? Did he have paying clientele? I don’t know. All I […]Read more "Love in the Time of the Camera"