I’m not that interesting. I’m not. I’m just a guy who make pictures from time to time.
I was the guy in middle school who wore parachute pants and white high-tops, matched with an Izod shirt.
I had a mullet.
I thought Miami Vice was the greatest show ever made. And still do.
I’m the kid who caught his pants on fire with a branding iron.
I was never cool, and chances are, unless social rules changes dramatically, never will be.
I’m the guy that knew people in all the different clicks, but never belonged to any particular group.
I didn’t go to the prom. Didn’t even ask anyone. Never came close.
I’m obsessed with recording things.
I like awkwardness and thinks it makes us stronger, especially when the awkwardness happens to us, or you, or me. When it is personal.
I think humans are lazy and we need to do more. I think we need to share more.
I’m not particularly religious or political. I believe in human beings. I believe in the intangible aspect of being human. I believe we are flawed but burn from a core of general pleasantness, which we have to nurture.
I like nature more than technology.
And I believe in photography. The power of the SINGLE still image. No motion. No sound. No nothing. Just that flat space that makes you confront the contents and deal with it. That is nothing so simple and yet so powerful.
I believe in laughter as a remedy.
I believe in getting better with age.
I don’t believe in retouching, or plastic surgery. Women look better with age. They do. Men, I’m not so sure.
I have gray hair now. At least a half dozen, and this makes me laugh.
I’m an uncle an have a responsibility to my nephew to torture him, and also guide him, as an impartial observer.
And I DO believe in tradition, all of them.
And, most importantly, I don’t believe I have even begun yet. Begun what? Anything. Everything. Life.
There is much to do, as evidenced by this photo. WAKE UP!