I never could have imagined the drama that would ensue.... More to come.
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Monday, June 15, 2009
The Retrial of Cameron Brown
I spent the morning revisiting the spot where Cameron Brown was accused of throwing his baby daughter off the cliff 9 years ago. I was the 911 call that day, since I was on the beach below where she landed. As a result, Im playing a small part in the retrial (the first one ended as a hung jury a few years ago). You can read all about it here
Its an odd thing to be a part of. Wandering around Inspiration Point (which is, ironically, what the cliff is called) with detectives and the district attorney, leaves you with alot to think about. As Im listening to the 911 call from almost 10 years ago, looking down at the beach where she landed, my mind is filled with the possibilities of what really went on that day, and saddened to think about the slim chance that justice will ever really be served - whatever that is.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
100 Day Later
Hollywood, CA
At the 100 day mark, I'm happy that public opinion for Obama has faired much better than the artwork in the alleyway would suggest.
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Sunday, April 26, 2009
The Money Shot
Elle Decor is doing a spread on Keith's apartment and I was there to "cover the action". I must say, there is a part of me that is envious of their schedule. I think they pulled off 2 set ups all day. Which is not to say they weren't productive. Most of the time, they were contending with variant light and spent a good deal of time waiting for the sun to peak out from behind the clouds.
But I am envious. The number of times key moments in a shoot happen in florescent lights or in the darkness of night leaves me longing for that luxury. Can't tell a subject in the middle of a breakdown to wait for the clouds to clear. In my world, it's a completely different game. I equate my job with a little like betting on the weather. Trying to manage the moment, the scene, the lighting, the audio, and the emotional sensitivity of a scene - and hope your gamble pays off. It's not chance, but it's not total control either. As you can imagine, the control freak in me never quite finds the satisfaction he is looking for. Which has been good training for my life outside work.
Though I must admit, when I have a fantastic (meaningful, beautiful, ... whatever) moment in life, I do always think of how this moment should be filmed. Almost like Im scripting my life in a more romantic way - shaping the story of my past and thinking or figuring out how to relay that story on camera in the future.
Does that sound crazy?
Saturday, April 25, 2009
From Revolutionary Road to 14th Street
This weekend, I got a chance to see Djahari Clark, an old friend of mine who recently moved to New York and is working on developing her dance company, Desert Sin. Sounds sort of benign - like the kind of thing that happens every day. But really, it's quite profound.
To give up everything you know, end a significant relationship, leave your job and dive into the unknown is one thing at 20, and quite another at 35. But here she is, in rehearsal at happy kicks studio on 14th street. Preparing for a performance at Bonnaroo. Just taking it one day at a time. Counting pennies. Holding onto what she believes.
I'm not at all romantic about the notion of packing it all up one day and running away to someplace fabulous and pursuing "the dream". In fact, I've known many other people to have done the same thing, and the whole idea was sort of sad and desperate. You can be running to something, or away from something. You can do it to be true to yourself or to hide who you really are. And I supposed most of the time, only the person doing it know the truth behind it all. Though maybe that's not even true.
But in this case, it is indeed a beautiful thing. You feel it when you are around her. You see it when she dances. It's a good feeling. So, I whipped out my google phone and snapped a few shots to share, which is how I feel I can contribute. My way of staying useful. We all need something.
For those who are intrigued, I can confirm that Desert Sin is top notch and totally kicks ass. If you are in New York, LA, or Bonnaroo, be sure to check them out.
Friday, April 3, 2009
More From Regazzoni's Palace
Buenos Aires, Argentina
The entrance to one of Regazzoni's Railroad Slaughterhouse.

Railroad Car Rooster awaiting the axe
See entry below for more on Rigazzoni
Thursday, April 2, 2009
The Cemetery from Rm 1408
Buenos Aires, Argentina
Anyway, the shot immediately over the side of the roof top pool featured the cemetery where Eva Peron now lies.
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Not a great shot, but we were under pressure to perform before we were given the boot. Which seems to sum up most of my shooting experiences. I feel like Im always buying time, wondering if Ill get the goods before the moment is gone. And always trying to stretch that moment longer.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Bee Chic
While shooting in Rockefeller Center this weekend, I was pleasantly surprised to see the new Bee-centric display concept at Anthropologie. It's a crazy synergy of the 2 projects I have been spending all my time on these last few months. Now thats hot. Those guys at Anthropologie are so good, aren't they?
I thinks these windows look fab
And while we are on the subject of bees, Austin's still spreading "The Last Beekeeper" love, Im happy to report
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La Boca
Buenos Aires, Argentina

Surprisingly, the most touristed of neighborhoods in Buenos Aires is totally worth the visit. All the building in this area were painted with left over paint from the adjacent shipyard. Since the hulls of ships were painted in the brightest of colors to make them visible, the left over mishmash resulted in a distinctive neighborhood that draws the camera toting tourists by the masses.
Myself included
Friday, March 20, 2009
Texas and the Bees

Yep - those Texans liked their bees. Read about it here and here and even here
This photo was taken in the late evening after the first screening of "The Last Beekeeper". It was a beautiful night and until this point, I never realized how beautiful the capital of Texas really was.
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