Bill and I spent a year after we graduated Brooks living in downtown LA. It was one of the hardest years I've ever had and at the end of it I couldn't wait to leave. We went back to LA this past weekend for work and stayed a few days longer. I was surprised at how much I had missed it and how nostalgic it made me feel (of course I don't think about the bad times now.) I wish we could've stayed longer, there were still so many places we wanted to go to. But we got to see our friends and hit up our favorite places: Melrose Flea Market, The Getty, In-N-Out, and Griffith Park. It was a great trip but i'm happy to be back in Austin.
I spent this last weekend going through a bunch of my old negatives and prints from photo school. (I went HERE) This top photo is the first picture I EVER took of Bill. I dragged him out to the middle of this field – with a lot of dead branches apparently – with my 4x5 camera and took his portrait. We weren't really friends yet just acquaintances and all I remember is that we talked almost the whole time about hurricanes. (When we talked about it later that's all he remembers too) Looking back was fun but glad I never have to cut mattes ever again.
There's something really peaceful and fun about shooting flowers. Especially getting to work with Mary Kathryn of Loretta Flower. She's a really cool girl with a wild style of arranging flowers and a great eye for styling. I've gotten to help her out with a few Design*Sponge columns shot at Elizabeth Street Cafe and Hotel St. Cecilia. These are a few of the photos, check out the links for the full stories.
I had the wonderful opportunity to photograph one of my very best friends for Refinery29 when I was in my home town of Miami last month. Talia and I first met in chorus class in high school (I was a freshman, she was a senior) we hit it off from the first day and have been best friends ever since. She's an amazing artist and is one of the most stylish girls I know. You can see the sneak peek into her studio and home HERE.
Thursday night I shot the second annual Worst Tattoo in Austin Competition. There were so many awesomely bad tattoos, quite a few were totally unpublishable, the ones that were made it in a photo essay on CultureMap Austin. I learned some lessons that night: Never get a tattoo when you're drunk and never let a friend (no matter how good or how artistic) give you a tattoo.