Sometimes you get lucky: you have an ape t-shirt on and, wait, what’s this? An ape mask! Kismet.
2 of my house mates from the Million Fishes Collective back in San Francisco.
Portraits of the crew from the bachelor party getaway at a family cabin in the Adirondacks. Props found in the house include an old timey life vest, a stiff coil of rope, and an old jug of “moose milk.”
A portrait of Marcus (from a series of headshots) from the house-lined streets of Hamtramck..
Bob Welke repairs and restores vintage juke boxes. He has an amazing collection of beautiful machines. This portrait was an outtake from a shoot I did of him for HOUR Detroit.
On the West Virginia side of Peters Mountain, a protester is sitting on a platform in a tree and has forced the Mountain Valley Pipeline company to stop the clear cutting they are undertaking in advance of drilling through the mountain.
You can read the full story and see more photos here: https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2018/may/26/tree-sitters-appalachian-oil-pipeline-virginia-west
From the shores of Lake Huron, on the first truly nice day of 2018.
4 years later, and the residents of Flint are still dealing with the crisis. But now, Gov Snyder has decided to stop the free water bottle program. At the same time, he is allowing Nestle to pump 500,000+ gallons of water a day out of Michigan for the fee of $200/year.
I'm glad that profits come before people. As American as apple pie.
Some of the portraits I shot at the Juggalo March in DC, ones that didn't get published.
I shot these portraits for a story in YOU Magazine on Janae Marie Kroc. She was fantastic in allowing me to mash up some preconceived notions for the shots.
Katie and Adam stood for this portrait before she gave birth to their first child, Maxine. With Max about to turn 5, here's a look at her pre-birthday.
The main cemetery in Guatemala City is amazing, filled with audacious mausoleums and row stacked upon row of crypts for the lower classes, which sit at the rear of the cemetery directly above the enormous vulture-filled city dump at the bottom of the cliff. This gentleman plays songs for families visiting graves of the departed. Here he was resting in the shade of one of the normal sized mausoleums.