That’s not to say I shoot anything and everything.
I aim to create visually striking images that are technically sound. I am highly selective with my subject matter, but that doesn’t mean that my images are imbued with some deep intellectual meaning or have a philosophical purpose. On the contrary, most of my subjects are usually only interesting to me in a purely visual way.
Something about my subjects intoxicates my senses and makes me want to look at them over and over.
I work as a community college counselor and I love it. It’s what gives my life meaning and purpose. It’s how I choose to do my part in leaving the world a better place than I found it. I wouldn’t give it up for anything.
Photography is how I reward myself for working hard during the week. I shoot to explore, to de-stress and to get into a flow. Yeah, it’s a mental health thing…but to be clear, it’s an obsession.
I actually consider myself mainly a coastal photographer. But when I’m not travelling (which is most of the time), I spend my spare moments in San Francisco photographing people.
I suppose my interest in all things urban started when I was in junior high. In the summer, I would take the train up to the city and spend my allowance on cassette singles to make mixtapes (mostly hip-hop at the time). Back then, to me, the pierced-up and tatted-up punk rockers hanging out on the corner were the epitome of cool.
When I started DJing and producing music in the mid-90s, I specialized in electronic dance music. I was methodical in my efforts in scouring the city for obscure vinyl records and finding that rare gem. I’ve always been a finder and collector of things. In the mid-2000s, my time spent working at a record store on Haight Street ingrained a certain aesthetic into my very being.
After suffering significant hearing damage, I retired from music. Thankfully, soon after, photography became my creative outlet.
There's a similar thrill in finding an inspiring subject and framing it with a perfectly complementary backdrop as there is in finding that magical record in the back of a dusty bin and being able to re-contextualize it and blend it into a tapestry of other songs.
There’s a certain zen to being mesmerized by a beautiful image as there is in losing your shit to a hypnotic dance floor stomper.
It's hedonistic. It’s escapism. It’s an indulgence of the senses.