A week ago I moved to Portland! It has been a whirlwind to say the least. The dear and lovely Hilary Swift accompanied me on the journey north, and while the trip was full of little adventures, I only took my camera out in Lake Tahoe. Alas, the incredible Evan Cass and magnificent Hilary Swift ~
My big sis graduated from medical school! It was an overwhelmingly emotional weekend- Raeann has the biggest heart and the biggest brain of anyone I know. Not only did she survive the rigors of med school, but she accepted two awards- one of which for being the most golden human in her class! Seeing her accomplish so much filled me with an unbelievable amount of pride (and tears). I am so lucky to have such an inspiring woman to look up to, and I can't wait to watch her golden touch make this world a little brighter.
24 HOURS /
On April 7th, I had the pleasure of participating in the 24 Hour Photo Project! It is a worldwide photo marathon where photographers share one image / hour from 12 AM to 12 AM on the specified day. The program aims to spread awareness about global issues and support NGOs around the world. This year, donations and book proceeds will go to Shakti Vahini, a women's rights organization fighting human trafficking in India.
Being a second-timer, I tried to optimize my nap time and load more Zs in the beginning of the day, so I didn't start shooting until 4 AM. Despite that, the experience gifted me with blisters on the bottom of my feet, a head cold, and a seemingly endless supply of exhaustion (I still can't stop yawning). Complaining aside, I seriously love this project. There is a constant rush against the clock to capture images that you're proud of, which pushes me to shoot more brazenly and creatively. I plan to incorporate this kind of pressure into a less exhausting shooting routine. Stay tuned!
Until then, here is my full take of the day. Everything shot on the Ricoh GR II (finally making use of it). Big thanks to everyone who followed along on Saturday!
Scans from the past decade! Reeeally cleanin house over here.
December has been a weird month. Between the Thomas Fire and 2 different bouts of illness, I lost my sense of normalcy. I spent many days in a fevered puddle of sheets or on my phone checking the fire perimeter. This was also the first Christmas in many years which my whole family was together. It was refreshing to experience an old normalcy after all the weirdness. As we grow and move around, Christmas together has become more rare and that much more special. It's unlikely to happen again next year, but let's hope my immune system fares better regardless.
I'm so lucky to be able to call these heroes family.
Some of these selects were on my last blog, but I'm starting fresh, like these fresh lookin studs all dressed up for a friend's wedding.
For those of you who don't know my little sister Caroline, you may recognize her from my photos- colorful hair, porcelain skin, and a pointed look of frustration at the camera. This past summer, she moved from California to Philly, to what feels like a million miles away. For the first time since I left the east coast 5 years ago, I flew back for Thanksgiving. I got to see Caroline's new city digs, visit my grandpa, and work on a documentary I'm making with Alicia Afshar.
Here are some shots from my adventure. To see what my grandpa is up to, check out my project Sweets to the Sweet.
On my recent visit back east, I caught up with a lot of relatives I haven't seen in years. It's incredible to see what amazing young women my cousins have become. They shared with us some of their passions and we played in their photo studio. We ate raspberry turfles and Caroline discovered her alter ego in a wig.
I'm about a year behind on my personal archives and almost 2 years behind on adding new projects to my website. I don't carry my camera around as much as I used to, but when I do, the photos get organized and then forgotten. I think having a space here for these personal visual notes will keep me shooting. So, please forgive and/or enjoy this heavy dump of catch up.
A year ago, my sister met me in Kauai for a Thanksgiving vacation. It was a tumultuous time in my life- I was leaving a relationship, moving into a new home, and the country had just elected a monster. With the backdrop of paradise, I had a lot of alone time to explore how these changes were changing within me. I brought my camera out to document some of the feels.
Kauai is a stunning place and we left feeling so grateful for all the beauty we experienced. But we also felt guilty. Guilty for enjoying the fruits of colonization, guilty for our privilege. This trip kinda kicked off a year of heavy self reflection.