I had the honor of photographing beautiful Jessie not long ago. The day after our session she competed for the title of Jefferson County Rodeo Queen and she WON! So here she is: Queen Jessie!
You’ve been waiting patiently and I appreciate that. So without further adieu here she is!
A few years ago I had the pleasure of photographing Laurel’s sister Rachel. I must have done something right because they called me again when her sister Laurel hit “seniorhood”. We had a great time spread out over a couple of days to hit all the great locations we wanted. Enjoy!
As promised, the lovely Emily. Need I say more.
It took me a long time to realize that it was ok to fail. In fact you can’t really grow or improve unless you fail on a consistent basis. Who knew?!?!?! So it was with my first Trash the (Prom) Dress shoot. I had it all arranged: 2 lovely models with prom dresses in tow, locations picked (first the grungy parking garage, then Tin Pan Alley, then off to the river to get them wet, and finish up on the ridge above the river at sunset with the mountains in the background). Sounded perfect. What could possibly go wrong? Well we hit the garage and everything went fine. Then we hit the alley and everything went fine. Then we hit the river…..Now, let me back up a second. In my original plan the river portion of the Trash the Dress was the key location. At all the other locations we were just visually trashing it by having these lovely ladies wear the dresses in less than lovely environs. The actually trashing was going to be in the river. Now, let me back up even further. Last winter was a record or near record year for snow. We had a huge snow pack in the mountains. Evidently such a snow pack means that the river stays unusually cold longer into the season. Again, who knew?!?!? Well, fast forward to these two lovely ladies….they found out! Turns out its really difficult to get relaxed expressions from people when they can’t breathe. I’ll let the pictures tell you the whole story.
Yes, you’re correct. I am a lucky, lucky man. I mean I get to do what I love for a living (that would be take pictures of people) and I have amazing clients. Take Emily for example. I mean, how could anyone miss with a face like that?!?!? And you know how some people just fit their name. I looked it up. In the Webster’s Dictionary next to the name Emily is her picture! Really, go take a look. Ok, not really. But doesn’t she just look like an Emily? She has such a timeless quality she could have stepped off a train from the 1930’s into today. Well, this is just a tease. There are more images to come. But it would be rude to let you see them before she does.
I was reading the paper today and it suddenly occurred to me I’ve been a fashion trend setter all these years and didn’t realize it! I feel so hip!!! There was an article on maintaining the perfect stubble look. Evidently it’s the new fashion for men to look a little scruffy. I’ve been rocking that look for years. I used to claim it was an homage to Sunny Crockett when in fact it was usually just that I was to lazy or running too late to shave.
In fact now that I think of it the scruff look evolved from another trend I set. Did you notice the proliferation of shaved heads and goatees over the last decade? Well, I started doing that 15 years ago before it was “in”. But shaving ones head daily is kind of a pain so that slowly evolved to the scruff and another trend was born.
What’s next you may ask. Of course you want to be ahead of the trend. Well, I’ll give you a peak at the future of men’s fashion. You’ll soon be seeing the likes of Brad Pitt sporting this look. Are you ready? The next in look will be…..wait for it…..a bald spot, uni-brow, and hair growing on top of the nose and ears! It’s going to be so HOT!!!
So I was reading an op-ed piece by David Brooks of the New York Times entitled Living south of the Haimish Line. The basic concept had to do with the Yiddish word haimish. The essence of which is warmth, domesticity, and unpretentious conviviality. In other words someplace happy and comfortable. He tied it to simplicity vs sophistication. For example, going out to dinner: you can choose a fancy restaurant with great food and service and you’ll find a very reserved atmosphere with an unwritten code of conduct. Or you can choose a more casual place where the food and service may not be as good but patrons there tend to laugh out loud and kick back in their chairs. The fancy restaurant, Brooks said, was north of the haimish line while the casual place lies south of it.
Why am I relaying this to you? Because it struck me that my life, and indeed the lives of many these days, may be heading south of the haimish line. Like so many, my wife and I got caught up int the real estate bust and we’re in the middle of short selling our house. As a result we’ve begun downsizing our life. We found a rental half the size of our house which means we need to get rid of a lot of stuff. And believe me, we have a lot of stuff. Oddly, though, it feels good to shed all that weight! We’re going from a nice new home to a 70 year old house in an old neighborhood. In fact my mother told me that my dad was actually born just a few doors down from where we’re moving to. Amazing. All of which adds to this feeling that we’re getting back to our roots.
It feels good. We’re getting more in touch with our priorities and figuring out what’s important to us. For a long time we got caught up in the pursuit of stuff. As a country I think we all became a nation of Jones trying to keep up with each other drifting further and further north of the haimish line. What we’re finding is we just want a place to live where we can enjoy the company of friends and family. Rather than stuff we crave experiences, time together with those we care about and traveling in search of new friends and experiences.
So we’re moving. We’re downsizing. We’re getting rid of stuff (if you need some stuff we definitely have some to hook you up with). We’re moving from the east to the west side. But more importantly we’re moving south of the haimish line.
I’ve been creating images of lovely Corinne since she was knee high to a grasshopper. Ok, I’m officially old. Only old people say, “knee high to a grasshopper”. Oh well, I can live with that. Its true though. She’s long known she wanted to act and I’ve been doing her headshots and promotional shots since she was a young whipper snapper (why not go with it right?). She’s grown into a lovely and talented young woman.