Ari & Robert

We laughed. We cried. It was awesome.

Gallery here (Password: his last name, all lowercase) 9/5 update from Robert: "We just got back from our honeymoon, and have started going through the pictures - they are great! We had such a great time at the wedding, and you did a fantastic job of capturing it. Thanks again, and we'll be in touch soon."

Maya & Steve

Gallery here (Password: his last name, all lower case)

8/26 update fromSteve: "the pictures are really great. thanks. how did you get it so that the lighting was so good? i saw some friends' pictures and they were either too sunny or too shady"

Maria & Michael

So I don't normally go medieval on a picture, but once in a while why not? Too much?

Joseph was a little apprehensive after some bad experiences with other photographers for his actor's headshot. I am happy to say he left with a smile on his face!

Allison & Jeremy

Gallery available here (Password hint: hist last name, all lower case)

They just came back from their honeymoon, and Allison sent me this very nice email: "Oh, we love the pictures! You definitely captured some great moments and the whole feeling of the day. Our friends and family have all given you lots of compliments as well. My sister even cried (in a good way). I particularly enjoyed the shot you got of my mom on the dance floor, sticking her tongue out. I thought you were a real pleasure to work with, and made me as comfortable as I am likely to be in front of the camera. Thanks again for such a great job, Allison"

Tell no one

I played hookie today.

I did some research today.

First I saw the best movie I have seen in a long time: “Tell No One”. This was the best movie since “Roman de Gare” (actually this was the first movie I have seen since “Roman de Gare” – see what happens when you have kids and a job you adore?).

Awesome plot, great actors, seriously, go see it. Go see it now, before Hollywood sucks the wit out of it and transforms it into a neatly molded little 90 minute disaster.

To tell you how good it was: the Clay theater only has street parking, so I planned on feeding the meter half-way through the movie. Well, I could not peel myself away from the seat. And a $50 ticket felt like a fair price for the movie. So I stayed put to the last minute, hoping for a meter maid strike. But the gods of parking were good to me; maybe they liked the movie too?

So after this mood setting appetizer, I went about to find inspiration for my new logo & website. Yes, I am re-doing my website (who is not!). I roamed around Fillmore street, and snapped pictures of anything visually appealing that I encountered. Hair Salons, antiques, shoe salons (love that name!), hardware stores were all meticulously scanned and pictures were taken.

Discretely.

Well, not that discretely. The woman behind the counter at the hardware store did raise a stern eyebrow at this French guy snapping pictures of the steel cables. Then she made a slow, calculated gesture towards a hidden object behind the counter, as if to grab a baseball bat (go see the movie).

But I reassured her: “It’s okay, I am a photographer!”. As if that made any sense. But somehow it worked for her

This made me wonder 2 things: first, what kind of roving maniacs does this poor woman deal with on a daily basis that someone getting too close to the cables alarmed her? Is there a strange dark subculture of people who get their kink at hardware stores? And second, why are photographers portrayed as roving maniacs? But I digress.

I scanned. I was visually stimulated. I snapped pictures. All this will go soon to my designer as input.

Sarita & Steve

Gallery here (password: his last name)