West Hollywood, May 15, 2018 I was walking down busy La Cienega Boulevard with my camera. One of those aimless strolls we photographers like to call a “photo walk”. It was a pleasant evening, the kind where the air smells faintly of ambition and exhaust fumes. Traffic was still dense. I wasn’t really looking for anything to photograph. Maybe I was searching for a “decisive moment”? Because in...
There’s a moment of clarity that emerges, not from age, but from experience. The mind crosses into silence. Not the hush of empty rooms, but the quiet that follows a revelation. It stops counting years and starts measuring clarity. It judges not how much time remains, but what still deserves it. It walks away: Not from love, but from noise. From proving. From shape-shifting.It lays down the...
Manhattan Beach, Los AngelesThis photo was taken in the early morning. The sun had just started to rise above the horizon. It projected the kind of grazing light that enhances everything it illuminates. The air was cool and the beach was empty except for the sound of waves and the click of metal gates opening somewhere down the pier. I had just started shooting with my Leica M9 and wanted to see...
Twilight on El Matador Beach in Malibu. What happens when a legend becomes a cliché? The tide was low enough to turn the sand into a mirror. And for a moment the whole beach looked staged, as if someone had ordered the Pacific to pose for a perfect reflection.El Matador has been filmed so often it hardly feels real anymore. You’ve seen it, even if you don’t remember where: The Notebook...