Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Watering the office

I went to the gardening section at The Home Depot in search of something to photograph on the sod and found this attachment. I connected it to the hose next to the house and had my 8 year old turn on the water while I made an exposure. The water came on stronger than I expected and ended up on the ceiling and the floor. My daughter and I thought it was funny but my wife.
Not so much.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Jay: My muse
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Shaun Fenn: Boy Genius

Shaun Fenn is a photographer that Archibald and I have worked with in the past. He is one motivated mofo. He came to photography late in life but sure is making up for lost time. When we started working together he asked me how he should promote himself to magazines. I mentioned that most editors were in New York and that he should schlep his book around. 10 days later he was on a plane. While driving to a job together he mentioned he and his kids went mountain biking in Lake Tahoe and decribed all the armour the riders wore. I said that sounded like it might make some cool images. Three days later he was up on the mountain shooting portraits. Now he has really hit it out of the park with this set of images inspired by the Adam and Eve motif.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Promotion
Friday, April 3, 2009
Polaroids in a hotel room
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Brace Yourself
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
A Soccer Story
I played indoor soccer today with my regular group of Mexican dishwashers. They are all in their 20s and all seemed to have been born with soccer balls in their mouths. They are always super welcoming and tolerent of my "style" of play. While they make crisp passes and always know where the ball should go I tend to be more of a bruiser. My wife has watched me play and she finds it odd that I am the only one who seems to be in perpetual motion and tend to be the only one who runs full speed at people when on defense.
Today I was guarding a guy half my age as he shouldered me into the boards on the way to scoring. The next time he crossed in front of the goal I dug an elbow into his kidneys and drove him to the ground. He smiled as I gave him a hand up. He had on a matching blue jersey and shorts from a Mexican pro team and seemed like the guy in high school who always had his pick of girls while I always actually had to talk to them if I hoped to get anywhere.
A few minutes later play stopped suddenly. The head dishwasher came on the field in street clothes and was yelling an inch away from my blue jersyeed friend. They started referring to each other and their friends as the N word. It was not meant as an insult and I was the only one who thought it was strange half guys on the field were lighter skinned than I.
I wanted to make a comment about the healing effect our new president had on the nation. Or maybe a random ,"Can't we all just get along" but thought better of it. Apparently the head dishwasher was accusing my buddy of stealing a cell phone at an earlier game .
Eventually the two moved off to the side and seemed to make up in the end. Back on the field, play resumed and I tried not to get too wide open so it wasn't so obvious that they wouldn't pass to me. The universe was put back into harmony and all was well once more.
Today I was guarding a guy half my age as he shouldered me into the boards on the way to scoring. The next time he crossed in front of the goal I dug an elbow into his kidneys and drove him to the ground. He smiled as I gave him a hand up. He had on a matching blue jersey and shorts from a Mexican pro team and seemed like the guy in high school who always had his pick of girls while I always actually had to talk to them if I hoped to get anywhere.
A few minutes later play stopped suddenly. The head dishwasher came on the field in street clothes and was yelling an inch away from my blue jersyeed friend. They started referring to each other and their friends as the N word. It was not meant as an insult and I was the only one who thought it was strange half guys on the field were lighter skinned than I.
I wanted to make a comment about the healing effect our new president had on the nation. Or maybe a random ,"Can't we all just get along" but thought better of it. Apparently the head dishwasher was accusing my buddy of stealing a cell phone at an earlier game .
Eventually the two moved off to the side and seemed to make up in the end. Back on the field, play resumed and I tried not to get too wide open so it wasn't so obvious that they wouldn't pass to me. The universe was put back into harmony and all was well once more.
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