A week ago I moved to Portland! It has been a whirlwind, to say the least. I haven’t yet unpacked all the feels, or frankly all the boxes in my new home. Leaving Ventura is significant for many reasons, and no one understands that more than the lovely Hilary Swift, who accompanied me on the journey north. While the trip was full of many stops and stays, I only took my camera out in Lake Tahoe. Alas, this is a small slice of our big trip.
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 brighter place.
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 my second year, I tried to learn from my mistakes and load more sleep in the beginning of the day, so I didn't start shooting until 4 AM. Despite any planning, preparation, or caffeine, 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, a fire I wish I could maintain in more routine shooting.
I shot everything on the Ricoh GR II (finally making use of it). Big thanks to everyone who followed along on IG— sorry for spamming your feed for 24 hours!
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.
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. With that, please forgive me for this photo upheaval.
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.