Barcelona Photo Blog
The Website Graveyard: Burning It All Down & Starting FreshMy New Website
The Impulsive Purge (And Instant Regret) There’s a special kind of madness that strikes at 3 AM—the sudden, unshakable conviction that your entire online presence must die. No backup. No plan. Just the delete button and the eerie calm of a blank digital slate. My old website, with its cobwebbed galleries and outdated bio, deserved…
Olga & Carlos: A Pregnancy Portrait That Refuses to Be Sweet
The Shot That Almost Wasn’t The original idea was grand—a symbolic still life, their lives arranged artfully on my coffee table: Olga’s favorite book, Carlos’ watch, some trinket that meant something only to them. It was going to be profound. Instead, it was a mess. Too literal. Too staged. The magic wasn’t in the props;…
Barcelona Landmark Photography: A Photographer’s Perspective on Sagrada Familia
Behind the Scenes of Editorial Photography Assignments This shoot was commissioned for an article in Metropolitan magazine—one of those typical editorial assignments where you’re given minimal context. I knew nothing about the story angle, had never met the subject, and had no prior contact with the writer. It’s a common scenario in editorial photography that…
Profiles: Michael Witty, Walking Tours
The Shout Heard Around the Lobby I had to meet Mr. Witty at a hotel near Plaça Catalunya. The place was full of elderly German tourists, and the vague description I’d been given meant that half the lobby could plausibly have been him. Eventually, someone appeared who fit the bill—wandering around looking slightly lost. I…
Hollis Duncan: A Bike-Cross Shoot with a Hangover Cure
This photo is a perfect example of how an idea in my head can transform into reality with the right approach. As I’ve probably mentioned before, interview shoots don’t always pay well, but they offer plenty of creative freedom. That freedom gave me the space to capture the shot I had envisioned for this shoot.…
Caribbean Wedding: Best Man, Worst Public Speaker
A Wedding in Tobago (But I Wasn’t Working… Sort Of) I was in Tobago for a wedding—not as a photographer, but as the Best Man. Which sounds like a relaxing gig until you remember it comes with a speech. A public one. In front of actual people. Despite weeks to prepare, I hadn’t managed to…