A movie plays in my head. It’s my bike ride home. The one I’m on right now. My head swerves back and forth on the swivel of my neck, overly relying on my eyes frantic movements to always be aware of my surroundings as I ride through the rural city. I watch this movie as my body acts it out.Read more "They Still Collect Cardboard"
In a crowd filled with seemed like every other person was lugging a camera with telescopes on the ends of them, I stood as flocks of models and photographers passed by with my own camera at my hip that looked like a point and shoot you bring on a family outing. But this was Seoul during Fashion Week. Everyone here had high powered lenses, the genre almost requires it. And here I was, not intimidated, but unexpectedly excited, searching with my eyes for something to shoot.Read more "The Increasing Apathy of Fashion: Sights From Seoul’s Fashion Week."
A woman stares at a man. A fresh ember glows on the end of a cigarette that sits at the end of an arm on an armrest. The man stares off, away from the smoke-filled dining area out through the thick plastic veil onto the cold wet street.Read more "From Japan – Manual Yellow"
Architecture Photography in Urban Tokyo is best seen from the ground up.Read more "From Japan – Geographic Iconography of the Tokyo Urban Landscape"