Little could’ve prepared me for the first time I was to hear a Wonggoys song just last year. I’d heard of these boys before, of course—they’d been around for a good three or so years, infiltrating local high school and college gymnasiums, capturing the hearts of prom crowds, and then releasing a debut album of […]Read more "When the Boys Came Out to Play: The Wonggoys"
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"
It’s always interesting, if not thrilling, to see how a theme for a shoot evolves. In my creative process, that’s, like, the icing on the cake. Not a constant, by the way, because there are some clients who come to me already with a fixed plan, something they’ve been mentally picturing and working on single-handedly […]Read more "You Gave Me the Best Mixtape I Have: Vince and Jessa"
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"
In February I dreamed of grunge. Of unbuttoned plaid flannels flapping in the wind like a migratory bird about to embark on one of its seasonal journeys. Of ratty old jeans more torn than Ednaswap or Natalie Imbruglia could ever be. Of greasy, unkempt tendrils creeping out from under wool beanies. Of beat-up 14-hole Doc […]Read more "The Devil’s in Your Kiss: Michael and Maria"