The music lulled the trees
as the sun set gold.
I captured the remaining light of winter which took form
musician and poet.
Sympathy and The Lion
will make you feel
the depths of your being through
a cello that aches
a heart's illuminated history.
Check out their music at http://sympathyandthelion.bandcamp.com/
Invoking a trance of synth- pop wizardry, Brooklyn based musician Alain Paradis conjures a sound that exists somewhere between the smokey shadows of summer beats and the orchestral chill of a season fleeing.
Futuristic progressions collide with unfurling ambience
summoning delusions of a NYC that might have been.
Listen to it loud:
I had the honor of filling the role of Maid of Honor at my best friend's wedding this summer. What an amazing space to hold for someone who means so much to me. I have known her for many years and to see her this happy means more to me than anything else. The love that expanded through out the day and into the evening, the love that reverberates even now and into infinity, is the love that makes those who are not blood call each other family. It is deep. You can feel it in the bones of one's being, the closeness, the loyalty, the strength of what can exist between two people..and the ways that can affect everyone involved. This kind of love spreads. I am outrageously happy to be a part of it. I have watched it grow in such an intimate way and am inspired to see it expand. Thank you Meghan and Adam for loving so freely. May your hearts be abundantly blessed with ecstatic life experience and may the song forever remain the same.
Most of these images shot on 35mm film.
A special thanks to Bianca Cordova for offering her gift of sight to this day with me.
Check out her work at Biancacordovaphotography.com
I started working on this project with a friend in the spring. Our first trip being the Ridge Road Run. I rode on the back of a long haired, leather wearing, road warrior's hard tail after establishing long enough eye contact to know I could trust him and then held on for dear life. I would let go long enough to catch a shot of the madness that provoked the dust and take a moment to fall into it's disorienting spell . I am not sure if it was trusting a total stranger with my life, not having front brakes, or the shock to my spinal chord but I gained a deeper respect for living within those couple of hours shared between us. I gained a deeper understanding of the bond created between two wheels, and found strength in the resiliency that keeps us going on the most painful of paths. It was by far one of my favorite memories of this summer and honestly there are so many fucking good ones.
( Summer recap post coming soon...)
This project lead me to a lot of really beautiful and unexpected experiences;most involving men my father's age and all revealing a little bit of truth about the object and the power it holds. As strangers open their garage doors to me or shared insight about their machine I witnessed the relationship that is developed between a man and his motorcycle. I began to understand a lot about what strength can lie within the material. As I listened to the stories each man had about their dedication to these time worn, american made machines,I became aware of the sacrifices one is willing to make for the relationship, the time one is willing to dedicate to it, the bonds that can be created within the love for it, and the lifestyle that is developed because of it.
The relationship becomes so apparent as I look back now at the shots of each man's individual way of riding. The placement of his hands on the machine, the facial expressions the wind forces out of him or the way he takes the turn. Each movement or decision made while participating with the object revealing a clue about the truth of the individual.
It is with absolute joy that I take part in this project and with absolute gratitude I invite the revelations the participation brings.
Ladies and Gentlemen...
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May the road continue to unite us.
Her heart is tied to the shadow moon.
She veils herself as
and so she would have us believe,
But upon deeper scrying
she is revealed as,
Swimming in the depths of illusion,
she brings truth to those willing to bring her light.
- Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
This is a series of photographs I took of the photographer, Leah Rose Kolakowski.
Shot on expired 35mm film.