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I shoot on 35mm. I do not consider myself a "photographer" in any legitimate sense. As accesible as photography is, I have found it overwhelmingly, back-breakingly, nerve-rackingly, palm-sweatingly difficult to create meaningful art with. These shots are not meant to be masterpieces. They are meant to catalogue my life, passions, and creative exploits in an evocative way.

THE PHOTOJOURNAL is just a teaser. My complete portfolio can be viewed here.

  1. Old School
    14 Mar, 2017
    Old School
    I quit iTunes a long time ago. I mostly buy CDs now.
  2. Hello, Blondie
    03 Mar, 2017
    Hello, Blondie
    I don't keep lampshades. I love the atmosphere of my room at 12:30 at night, being bathed in the warm candescence of two naked light bulbs.
  3. Morning.
    16 Feb, 2017
    Morning.
    Tea & coffee, my two morning companions.
  4. Chasing adventure.
    31 Jan, 2017
    Chasing adventure.
    More of my off-road shenanigans hunting down cool shots.
  5. Death's Stare
    19 Jan, 2017
    Death's Stare
    I was on a leisure walk with a friend when this creature landed nearby the beaten path. I approached him with the intention of snapping a shot as he flew away, but he couldn't be bothered by me. This was taken without the use of zoom.
  6. Night
    16 Jan, 2017
    Night
    My view coming back from practices, gigs, outings, adventures, etc.
  7. Reflection in Analog
    12 Jan, 2017
    Reflection in Analog
    I have never shot digital. I found a Pentax-Asahi K1000 in my parents' basement one day. I was never remotely interested in photography until the moment I blew the dust off that thing.
  8. My skateboard pedal board.
    07 Jan, 2017
    Pedal Board feat. my Camera Strap
    Some thoughts today: The music industry of today is uniquely tolerant of imperfection—not because imperfection can be forgiven, but because it can be all but exterminated in post-production. The automated deities of our age turn the best and worst of singers alike into shaded eidolons—lifeless and magnificent. At the same time, there exists a counter-running music culture which, by contrast, does not tolerate imperfection—it accepts it, welcomes it, and, at times, cherishes it. It lets you