These are some images that I’ve taken in partnership with Lytro Cameras! They’re taken with the new Lytro Illum that has the ability to take a ‘living image’ from every focal point, and allow the viewer to change focus point and depth of field at will. I will be posting a couple photos a month as I discover more and more about the camera!
Click on these links below to go to Lytro.com and see what these images are made to do!
Here’s a campaign I shot for FaFa a bit ago, I traveled to Europe and spent a night in Paris wandering around alone and peeking into book stores and cafes and tried to navigate airports and train stations without knowing a word of French.
I took a train to The Netherlands and accidentally got on the wrong car going to Brussels and had to sprint down the length of it during a 20 second stop.
Later that week I met up with the designer and her lovely daughter Kiki and had to cart 20 pots of flowers up the steepest stairs I’ve ever seen. We found a snail hidden between the daises and named him Mr Doddles and he lived in a mason jar for a couple days. I built Kiki a fort at 3am a couple hours before my flight home and I spent 6 hours at the Dublin airport sitting at a Burger King looking over my photos from the trip.
I miss Europe dearly and I cannot be more grateful for the experience and the chance to create such magic with such talented people!
Some helping hands from 2013
Goth Party (2014)
"The Concrete Jungle"
This is a series depicting a country girls’ transition into city life and trying to keep her child-like sense of wonder.
This is a photo I created for Harper-Collins publishers a couple months back.
I’m going to Oregon again in 5 days. I calculated today and I’ve spent 4 months of the last 6 months of this year on the road travelling to little bits of my family or shooting and stressing for clients or up in Oregon with my love. What’s the point of a home anymore? Why was sleeping in the living room of a foreign apartment for two months home and why was 4 hours of buses and trains upstate to see my mother speak at a conference home? Why did I cry when I left her and my brother that week more than I ever did leaving New York? When did I start calling New York my home instead of Canada my home? Why is it when I get off at Brooklyn Museum on the 3 train or Morgan or 8th Ave on the L I can feel my feet pull me to my old homes and haunts and I can picture walking down that street a million times and I can be 17 or 18 or 19 or 20 but it always feels the same? I’ve realized home is becoming muscle memory to me, and I’ve been having spasms lately.
This is a part of a series depicting a country girls’ transition into city life and trying to keep her child-like sense of wonder. View series HERE.
We woke up early to drive to Bend, Oregon and I slept most of the way there. I woke up in increments, every time I felt like seasons had changed and I must be very much older now.