Around a year and a half ago, my grandfather passed down his Ansco Super Memar to me. “I can’t use this thing anymore. Maybe you can,” he said. Without my grandmother or grandchildren around, I think he just doesn’t know what to photograph.
The End is the Beginning: Winter in Montauk
Friday, February 13th, 2015, the day before Valentine’s Day. I was very single and as of 8:00PM EST, I was very unemployed. I thought I could be a news producer and instead I face planted – the first (and hopefully the last) time I was fired from a job. Writing those words now feels therapeutic, but three years ago I could barely think about it let alone put it on paper. So, with no significant other, no job, no obligations, and no prospects, I did what most people would do; I ran away from my problems. Literally.
Why I Still Shoot Film
Scanning the Past: New Mexico, 2006
In July 2006 – the summer before my freshman year at Drexel – I was 17. My father, brother, sister and myself visited family in Albuquerque, NM. It was my first time on a commercial airplane; until that point, the furthest I'd been from New York was Virginia. The borders of my sheltered life came tumbling down to reveal a much larger and magnificent world, waiting to be explored.