Short teaser clip i did for a photoshoot over the winter, using a sony A7ii and 28mm f2 lens.
Model: Kayla Savage
Kayla and I found an abandoned mansion on a hill in the woods, upon entering through the indoor pool room we quickly noticed the house was trashed, further exploration proved fruitful as the bedroom upstairs was coated with wallpaper and a chair and lamp perfectly in a corner provided such a scene. I decided to put a small magnetic flashlight inside the lamp to give it a natural glow and provide depth. After that i picked a floral body suit for Kayla to wear as to mimic the wallpaper and then had her pose near the light. everything below was shot on a Sony A7II using either a Sony 28mm F2 lens or Voigtlander 50mm f1.1
The other day i decided to dust off an old polaroid 600 camera and pick up a pack of the new Polaroid original black and white film. Shot a roll of it over the next few days and here are the results. There is something so pleasing about the tones and feel all of these have. Safe to say ill be picking up some more packs to expereiment with!
Theres something so surreal about being in a city like New Orleans, everything about this french influenced city you felt in your core. On the second day in the city, Halloween, we found ourselves wandering around one of the cemeteries. Ive wanted to see these in person for the longest time, there uniqueness out of necessity has been so intriguing. For those that dont know the coffins and bodies in the city due to the high water table need to be buried above ground, and by doing soon city blocks have been taken up with the grids of old tombs. As you wonder through the grey corridors over cracked slabs of stone there age quickly becomes apparent. Holes, gaps, crumbling rock are no stranger here, the tiny green lizards make any opening an escape route or home. Some gaps big enough to see the coffin tucked in seeing light once again. All of it was macabre but also inspiring. Death has truly been embraced and beautified in the big easy. Most of the photos below were taken on my Kiev 88 using ektar 100 and tri-x
Haven't done studio shots or anything with artificial lighting in what seems like ages. Rainy days are always a good day to practice and play around with both, the lack of window light and warm dry weather outside. I wanted to bring an element of that indoors while also adding some vulnerability that one feels in the rain and then ending with a sense of hope with the inclusion of a flower, intentionally crudely taped to Kayla's back. The model throughout all of this is Kayla Savage
It was a Saturday morning, summer was coming to an end as the sun lazily stretched into the horizon and penetrated the windshield painting our faces and skin and in golden warmth. A two hour drive ahead of us, the destination, a long since abandoned ward turned school in a small forgotten town in PA. A few times a year the owner of the now defunct school lets in artists and muses to explore the wonders inside the concrete and brick walls. The drive was mostly highways and the familiar buzz of the road mixed with conversation kept the trip feeling short, after a while we exited the highway and cruised to a stop at a traffic light, laid before us the town sat waisting away in a valley. Buildings looking as though time stood still lined sidewalks, the people of the town gazed from there porches as we drove through the narrow grid. After moments the school arose on a corner, an impressive structure at four large floors and taking up about half of a standard city block.
A gravel lot in the back welcomed our car, and a friendly man just inside the front door welcomed us and pointed us down a set of stairs so worn from use that permanent indentations had been left from countless years of students hustling class to class, just past the stairs an old classroom sat with chairs, a desk, and refreshments, inside photographer and model alike met and talked shop and plans for the day. After a quick sign in and name tags we proceeded to follow our guide to understand the layout before venturing off on our own. The school was lit with gorgeous natural light flooding in from each dusty window, the auditorium complete with grand piano drenched in blueish green light from a window dressing, while an old gymnasium gave a warm rustic glow with its impressioned glass pains.
We took advantage of the auditorium first, as to beat the rush of other creatives that were sure to food such a mesmerizing location shortly. Kayla adorned a black leotard and contoured her body around and to the grand piano before climbing on stage for some dramatic dancer esq. poses. Once completed we made our way down into the gym, the pattern of the court could be seen in spots fading with age and use, an old leather basketball lay half inflated, the background an old hoop with what was left of a net gripping to it. The day went on like this for hours, exploring each room and creating magic where we wanted. It was late afternoon at this point and the sun was fading as were we, grabbing a few detail shots of rooms and corridors before retreating to the car and heading back home.
The morning was calm when i awoke, and the campsite was still and quite, it was shortly after sunrise so i was the first up and climbed out of the tent, a quick survey found Kayla had made it through unscathed as where Mike hadn't, his tent a sad mess lay flat on the ground soaking in water and upon a quick hunt i found I'm sleeping heavily in the driver seat of the car in full rain attire. I took a brisk walk around the grounds trying to familiarize myself with the alien terrain wee found ourselves in before returning to the campsite and waking everyone up. Since only our tents had been set up we were collapsed and off to explore the park within minutes. The park was a result of multiple volcanoes going off at once and essentially melting each other and creating a black solidified magma dessert. The rocks were sharp and jagged and because other flowing nature when solidified created many caverns and tunnels throughout.
The park was small but intricate, we found ourselves wandering through this black landscape photographing while we went, we came to a trail head and after a quick conversation with a more the helpful park ranger we were pointed in the direction of some massive caverns and told to self guide ourselves throughout them, as we are ones for the trail less traveled we hustled down the path. A mile or so in we found our selves at a vast hole in the ground, below our feet would be the tunnels we would soon be exploring, helping each other climb down we made our way onto the first chamber, it was about eight feet in diameter and high enough to bend down and walk around in, the next chamber was wider but shorter and required a golem esq walk. Finally towards the back wall of this chamber a small whole the size of one of us led down to another opening this one took a little more time and grace to avoid the sharp rocks pointing at your face and back but once in felt as though you discovered something secretive and special. The air inside was cool and calm, light rays peaked in through cracks around the walls, we sat and took it for a few moments laughing and discussing the journey in. Climbing back out proved to be more difficult then in shortly with all of us sustaining some sort of cut or scrape, but nevertheless we made it out and walked a cliff edge to a very large chamber about thirteen or so feet high and here is where we photographed Kayla once again before being flushed out by new explores of the cave.
The Road looped around the park as to make sure you see everything before leaving and the last spot on the road before exiting was a remaining volcano peak, the parking lot it its base left you feeling quite small gazing toward the sky. The entire mountain and trail up was covered in black sand like rocks and climbed steeply, the sweat poured down our faces as we peaked. Atop you could see a full panoramic view of the park we had just explored, while disappointingly there was no gapping whole into a fiery pit of lava there was a pleasant twisted tree on the peak providing much needed shade and a place to sit and rest before heading back down.
It was about mid day at this point and we still had a few hours before reaching the southwestern gates of Yellowstone so we thought it best to jump in the jeep and get onto the highway. The hours went by quickly and before we knew it we were talking to the ranger at the gate about what to see in the time we had left before the sun set. During this exchange we also were informed that all the campsites throughout the entire park had been booked and we would have to leave the park and find a hotel for the night at dusk. Not wanting to venture to far in knowing every mile we drive we would have to drive back shortly we pulled off at a wide river and took in some scenes of the mountains and setting sun while we could. We found a lodge ten minutes from the gates that had one open room for the night so we bunked up and after showering and editing we all set in for a good nights sleep and awaiting the next day of exploring americas first national park.
It was hot and the sun was high as we got our late start, climbing out of the hotel and packing back into the jeep on our way to The painted hills, located a few hours south in the town of Bend, Oregon. The drive was simple and pleasant and with the help of conversation and sing alongs to the radio it made for a quick feel. As we exited northern oregon and headed further south the lush trees stripped away and we were greeted with dusty plains and wide open spaces. Pulling off the high way, the jeep crackled and hummed over the now sand and rock road, winding through farmlands and past old decaying structures from a time long ago. A rippling of reality caused by the heat could be seen over every horizon, the temperature now mid day spiked over one hundred degrees. A small wooden sign pointed us in the right direction and we found ourselves at once being surrounded by technicolored hills, vibrants red and purples straddled the mounds that flowed like calming waves as far as the eye could see.
Escaping the cool serenity of the jeep for the glaring heat of the sun as we clambered onto a small foot path that led up one of the hills, the hike was short but the heat tested our endurance within minutes we were sweating and out of breathe, still we pushed on knowing the reward would justify the pain. Our suspicions were correct as we peaked and overlooked the landscape before, words escaped each of us at that moment and we were left standing and jaw dropped, how could something like this exist and be created naturally with time. As you stood you immediately realized that life isn't about jobs, or what car you drive, or how big your house and bank accounts are, its about this, simple moments of standing atop a ridge with people gazing out at the wonders in this world connecting through something deeper then spoken words or written text could transcribe. Find these moments in life, as many as you can, and hold onto them for as long as time will allow and you will never regret it. After taking it all in we headed to the most popular spot in the park, a set of vibrant red hills with a boardwalk serpentining through them, it was only about a mile down the road and within minutes we found ourselves standing at the start of the path, here would be the place we decided to shoot some more images of Kayla in the gorgeous pieces that had been given to us. Waiting for a few tourists to enjoy the spot and move on, we quickly had Kayla change and start doing her thing, positioning her in the middle of the two hills and filling the frame with as much of the vibrant red as we could made for something exceptional images. We had only a few moments of shoot time before we had to quit as the boardwalk became quite hot from the full sun and rising temperatures of the day and was beginning to take its toll on Kaylas feet. We wandered for a little while longer around the park, enjoying the views and shooting here and there before, now literally dripping in sweat, we thought it best to start our journey to Yellowstone National Park, which at this point was over eight hours of drive time away and would by far be the furthest stretch of driving for the trip.
A few hours into the drive and now in Idaho, we pulled of to refill at a gas station and get some much needed cold beverages and snacks, it was dusk at this point and we were starting to come to the realization that Yellowstone was less likely to get to in enough time to camp, standing outside and discussing and researching our options i stumbled across a campground and national park none of us had heard of, the name was odd, Craters of the Moon National Park, but extremely intriguing so after a quick google images search and seeing the martian terrain and justified name that was the destination for sleeping tonight. Before we could leave the station a strange wind pushed over the facility followed by a wailing siren, not that of a police car or firetruck, but the silent hill esq city siren to signify a tornado or something of that nature, and once arriving home days later we actually discovered it was a tornado a few miles from us, we shook off the weird feeling and proceeded on, in moments lighting started off in the distance gradually becoming closer and closer until the thunder accompanied it almost immediately, it was loud and violent like fireworks on the fourth of july. The thunderstorm and winds lasted the entire rest of the drive to Craters of the moon, upon entering the campsite everyone was already asleep for the night so we quickly picked a spot in the back corner as to disturb as few people as possible while trying to set up, as if setting up a tent in the dark using only a flashlight wasn't difficult enough you add to that the severe winds and slight drizzle and you have a less then fun situation. Still after about twenty or so minutes our shelters were set. We quickly climbed inside our respective tents and tried to sleep. It felt as though id been asleep for only minutes when the feeling of something smacking me in the face awoke me, it was the sides of my tent being blown from the wind, between that and the heavy rain it was deafening inside, down towards my feet i could feel a dampness of water starting to find its way in and from the sound of shuffling and grunting to my right i assumed Mike was having his own issues as well. I wrapped myself in a jacket and sleeping back and scooted to the center of the tent and watched it move back and forth until my eyes grew heavy and i feel back asleep.