And Then There Were Sunsets

No but really…The sun nearly killed this shoot for me, and if it had been about 6 months ago, I would’ve had no idea how to maneuver around this roadblock of disappointment and shattered dreams that some people like to call, “the sun”. However, being the highly adaptive (and too internet savvy) person that I am, I’ve vaguely figured out the various settings to toggle with and am now aware that different lenses require different settings because…light.

Anyways, I’m grateful to be given the opportunity to do what I love (aka see live music) and combine it with my passion for photographing live events and people as they are.

Most recently I was given the opportunity to shoot Migrant Kids at a new live music series put on monthly by Shake Shack. Even though that tricky Son of a…sun…made it’s (unrelenting) debut,  I think the results were admirable.

Check the pho-tos out here, and check out Migrant Kids here (es fo’ free!).

If you’re interested in getting your head rocked by some dope live music and even doper milkshakes, head on out to Shake Shack @ The Domain on October 4th for the last show of the season!




The Diet You Should Swear By

…isn’t the same for everyone.

OH! And…





…it doesn’t exist.

But how is it that there are so many diets out there that people follow–religiously, at that? How can so many people swear the diet they follow is the answer and the solution to every problem you’ve ever had? How could it be that there are so many experts that are wrong? So many doctors, trainers, dietitians, and just humans on a journey to being their best selves: how can all but one of these people be wrong?

Well…that’s probably because there’s three sides to every piece of research that’s ever been done. There’s the side that the researcher chose to solely focus on and see (despite other information that plays into the results), the side of the other researcher from the opposing side (same situation as researcher #1), and the side of the two researchers findings put together in an extensive and cohesive report that…you’ll likely never see/hear about. Why? Because that doesn’t sell like “sworn, hard evidence” pointing in one specific direction.

Have you ever heard someone say that our bodies weren’t meant to digest ______? For vegans, our bodies weren’t meant to digest meat or animal byproducts. For Paleo-heads, our bodies cannot sustain or be strengthened without meat/animal byproducts because of the nutrients solely found within them (B12, anyone?), but processed foods like grains and legumes can cause inflammation, and force bacteria (ew) to break them down in our intestines.

Yes, it’s good to eat your greens. No one has ever, and should never, argue otherwise. Fresh produce is something that should always be in your diet. Whether it’s kale, celery, apples, bananas, etc…Keep on with the keep on. But…is that what your diet should solely consist of—along with whole grains?

There’s no denying that human beings have herbivorous tendencies and characteristics. Biology shows that we have flat teeth for grinding plants, and although humans behave like omnivores—eating both plant and animal-based foods—it’s been found that our digestive system is comparable to that of Apes (who eat about 3% of animal-based foods).

So, how did we become this culture full of nay-sayers towards any diet other than the one they follow? How did we start food-shaming what is still considered “healthy” eating? Why are there cults of people—some more cult-y than others (you know who you are)—praising themselves for eating a certain way and quite literally (ok, not literally) stoning people who believe otherwise?

This, my friends, is all a part of a feedback loop. What’s a feedback loop? Ah-ha. That’s where “The perfect Diet, part 2” will pick up.

Gotcha. 😉


The Importance of Photographers


You could say I’m biased towards photographers, due to the fact my brother is one in his spare time (you know, when he’s not saving lives) But…I really never had any kind of opinion about them as a whole. Yeah, I appreciate a good picture, even more so after slightly educating myself about the art of it all (shout out to photojournalism at Ole Miss). But it’s truly so much more than capturing a babe by the beach or the sunrise over your hometown. It’s a moment…captured in time…forever…in a world where forever seldom seems to exist anymore. It’s a way to bring joy into someones life, give them purpose, show them their souls beauty in a way they’ve long forgotten-or maybe never even knew. Take someone who’s self conscious about x, y, or z. The reason they are is irrelevant, because they key focal point in their life is just the mere fact that the insecurities exist.

(side note: of course they do. We are human beings, after all. Self-obsessed, searching for belonging, trying to do right in the eyes of ____; Pick your poison.)

But…lets say this person has picked up a new hobby, has been practicing their craft, their current passion in life; Say it’s soccer, or yoga, or breakdancing. Maybe Crossfit, or cooking, or teaching themselves to play the guitar. They’re, by their own standards, nowhere near the realm of experts at this particular craft. Yet, they have been practicing-alone-until 3 in the morning, to get better.

–> Enter a photographer.
Surely we’ve all seen the experiment done by a high school student who photographed the moment before and after people are told they are beautiful (if not…enjoy). Their faces before show…little to no emotion, a harsh aura is reflected in their eyes, and they just seem hard. Distant. Untouchable. Then…The B-bomb (yeah, she said it!) is dropped… and their entire aura changes, and they have this glow about them. They experience self-realization and you see satisfaction sweep across their face, and pride suddenly emerges, right?


So, back to the photographer.
This photographer wants to capture moments of these individuals working on their newly acquired craft. They are, most likely, unwilling and shit the idea down almost immediately out of fear. Fear of embarrassment, fear of failure, fear or looking like anything less than perfection in this moment that’s to be forever captured in time. Luckily for them, a good photographer knows how to get someone out of their comfort zone in a relatively comfortable way. In this case, they do, and convince these individuals to continue the act of practicing their hobby/skill/craft, without mind to the photographer in their normally solo space of living.

Now…why should you care about the documentation of people in their most tender of states? What could it possibly have to do with you or your life? Well…OK…The pictures have been taken, moments have been saved in the form of a j-peg forever, and immediately after the fact, these individuals are nearly drowning in their own vulnerability. Afraid of this failure they’ve created in their mind. Uncertain about whether what they’ve acquired as a “hobby” is even worth pursuing further. Then…they sit down with said photographer to review their shots.

Stunning. Simplistic. Passionate. Heart-warming. Encouraging. Straight bad ass-ery.

Their eyes light up, and gratification takes over and pours out from their soul. A sense of disbelief becomes momentarily present, and then graciousness takes over.
“Oh my god. Wow. You’re amazing. These are amazing. Are you sure this is me? Do I have a stunt double…? Or maybe you’re just way too good at photoshop. Just…Thank you” and a smile will, for the remainder of the day, take over their face. One that excuberates confidence, self respect, and resilience. And honestly…it’s one of the most beautiful things to see in someone. It shows drive, determination, a sense of purpose, ambition. These are qualities that each of us possess, but can be easy to lose sight of periodically in life.

This is why photographers are important. This is why art, in any form, is so crucial to our lives. It reminds us we are flawed, but we are united within our flawed selves. That with passion and dedication comes self-love; the most important form of love one can possess. When we lose sight of these traits-and this form of love-that’s where a photographer’s job begins; to remind us of the fire behind the imperfections. To show us the drive we forget exists in us all. To allow our tough exteriors to fall to the ground, and let our passions become the driving force back to that love we so need to survive. The one that comes from within. The love of yourself. soul dance