Below are some photos I took over the course of a week in El Salvador. I was on assignment to capture video on the work that The Thirst Project had been doing there. Of course I had to shoot some personal film photos for myself over the course of the trip, these are those. 

In October of 2015 I shot a girl in LA who I did not know. This was my first attempt at shooting “fashion” or working with “models.” It’s been over 3 years now and wow, photography is such a process. 

And my style has adapated and changed I’m looking at more photos than ever and constantly meeting other amazing models and artists. So I take all that and figure my own work. What do I want, what’s the look I’m going for? 

I’m a relatively straight -forward nuts and bolts guy. So I typically challenge myself with something specific in mind. When I was starting off I was just shooting, walking around the streets with a girl and clicking away. Then I wanted to do more movement so I’m shooting girls jumping and daning, walking , running. I looked at the images and they were tack sharp, frozen, then I’m like what in the world? What was I thinking? So recently I’ve been working more on adding some blur to the motion. Let’s make it feel real, let’s show that they are in fact moving. 

Now I’m showing film scratches on images, in some shots you can see a c stand in the background, I’m just letting it flow. Trying to get an organic feel to my images. Yes this is a photoshoot, but what else is happening past the backdrop, and how can we use that as a compositional element? 

I was trying so hard at the beginning to make everything perfect, and now I want you to see past the paper and frozen motion. I’m constantly changing things, but here are a few recent images I’ve shot and thought turned out well. 

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I’ve come in contact with many amazing women over my short life, but I’ve recently come across something new. A different feeling. this is a very personal blog that probably should not be publicly shared but here we are. 

I am single, I’m not in love and the girl who inspired this writing will never read this and most likely would not care. This is a girl who is beautiful in every way. Much quicker and snappier than I. She’s independent and knows what she wants. Her and I are coworkers, friends, acquaintances. I saw her last evening and I guess what really stirred in me was how in control she is. Not in control of me but just herself. I could be wrong but she seems like the type of person who it doesn’t matter how much I call her or don’t call her, she will either choose me or she won’t. She isn’t one to be pursued, she either makes you her selection or she doesn’t. The best you can do is just live your life and do everything you can to be the best you and who knows what could happen. She is an amazing woman that I can imagine many men would love to be with. 

The fact that only seeing her a handful of times has got me writing this is bizarre, and maybe even sad. I think in some weird way I’m inspired by her. Any time I’ve ever called her we haven’t seen each other, yet when she calls me she’ll end up on my doorstop within 30 minutes. Her and I are friends and nothing more. I found myself in some sort of poetic misery after she left last evening. Vying to see her again, but knowing a phone call would do no good. I’ll see her again when she chooses to see me.