In a nutshell, it all began at 19 with some b&w film, a Beseler enlarger, and the basement bathroom my parents reluctantly converted into a darkroom. Over the past 30 years, I've made a living as a writer, graphic designer, magazine publisher, and art director. In 2005, I came back to photography and realized this is where I belong. This is my home.
I'm a big believer in fate — everything for a reason. By default, I suppose that deems me an optimist. In the past, I've been defined by my tenacity, my ambition, and my ability to attain a somewhat delirious sense of humor when things go to shit. (Oh, and I curse. Often. I apologize in advance.)
I have an almost unhealthy belief that my survival depends on access to caffeine, sushi, and a beach. I love water...showers, drinking water, rain, lakes, the ocean, all of it. The biggest adrenaline rush I can think of is swimming with sharks, so, of course, had to add that to my bucket list.
I love to laugh but I suck at telling jokes. I would say my wicked sarcasm is my signature...as are my jeans, graphic Ts, Converse, and brown leather cuff. If I could wear those — and ballgowns — every day I'd be happy.
Being surrounded by creative genius inspires me, and I have a great respect for those I work with...but don't try to take over. At the end of the day, the images depend on my vision and my abilities. Coming from an art director background, it's all about the big picture. And what I see is what you get...in a nutshell.