Liv, First Shoot.

Liv is a prolific art nude model out of the northwest. I'd had photos of her on my wall from photographer Kim Weston for years before she and I actually met. Our first time shooting was brief, a handful of tintypes and some digital shots. Liv can be found on Insta @asmallwoman and at https://www.livsage.net/

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Eva's Hands and the New Paradigm

I haven’t felt much like writing lately. Not since the election. Really not since the inauguration. I think we’re in a pretty dark place right now. A dangerous place. It’s hard to keep up with things, move forward with business as usual. Especially with things that may seem frivolous, trivial, or non necessary. Things like art. Things like beauty. Things like spending a few hours in the darkroom with film and chemistry. Watching an image slowly emerge in the developer. Things like magic.

Ilford HP5 thru a Hasselblad 501c with an 80mm lens, printed on Ilford fiber based, glossy paper.

Most people I know don’t really know what to do right now. In years past, in the early days of Orange Julius Caesar’s reign, we were ripe with outrage and protest. Millions of people took to the streets. There was a feeling of united solidarity against what was happening. This time, not so much. I have a theory, that previously, it felt like we were trying to keep the country from going over a cliff. Now we’re over the edge. We’re in free fall. And really, what can you do when you’re just falling? What control do you have? You can twist and contort your body. You can close your eyes and tell yourself its not happening. You can scream til your voice is raw. Does any of it really matter? Will any of it stop the falling? No.

We can check in on each other. We can keep our actions small and close. We can hold hands with the person or loved one thats plummeting alongside us. We can make each other feel a little better. A little safer. With understanding or commiseration, or love, or art, or beauty. Or darkroom magic. Until it’s time to shut it all the fuck down. Prepare yourselves.

This image is the last of the “Print of The Month” subscription series. It went a year. I enjoyed it, having an assignment. I’ll still be printing images and making them available to collectors, but there will no longer be a subscription based model. They’ll be in the Store, periodically updated. I think this is one of my very favorite images I’ve ever created with traditional materials. Eva Luna, in studio, hand study. Going out to subscribers in a 5x5” format, available soon to purchase in the store, printed on 8x10” in a limited edition.

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A Reckoning

It’s been a week. A long week. A week since the heart break. Things did not go the way I thought they would. Our better angels did not prevail. We’re now sitting in this in between, liminal place, between the old world and the new. I can recognize that enough people are fed up with the way things have been that they’re willing or eager to burn it all down in the hopes for something better. I think its shortsighted. I think its based in an inability to take in the available information and make an informed choice about the path ahead. For whatever reason, here we are. This is Trump’s America. And a huge number of our countrymen have shown us exactly who they are.

I have been pretty deeply engaged in politics since I was able to vote. I voted for Bill Clinton and medicinal marijuana. I have voted for every Democrat running for President since 1993. I believe in compassion, in liberalism, I believe that people should be allowed to be who they are, I believe in art and science and love and openness and honesty and taking care of one another and moving, ever so slowly towards a better tomorrow. I believed that my voice mattered and my opinion was shifting society towards a brighter future. I now believe that I am in the minority.

I believe that society is a very delicate balance, angels dancing on the head of a pin, that the facade of sanity is thin. It won’t take much to push us into fiery chaos.

Fortunately I’m pretty well resourced, here in my California bubble. I have a level of economic means, I’m white, I’m a man. I’ll be fine. I’ll be sipping bourbon and watching it burn from my artist’s loft in a converted cotton mill, built in 1917.

Good luck. I love you.

Please enjoy these photos of Emma Nicole Vaunt. I like them quite a bit.

Bella on the Big Island

Sometimes I’ll just drop a photo here cuz I want it to be able to be seen without the requisite censorship of the social platforms.

One frame from a hand full of rolls of film I shot that day. It’s overexposed and flare-y but I really like it. Ilford HP5 developed in HC110, Dilution B

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I have a theory about the collective consciousness of the country, the planet. I believe that human beings, especially creative human beings, are very susceptible to the current climate. The vibes. Artist are observant. Artists are sensitive. Artists are aware of the safety of their surroundings. I’m using the term artist very loosely, meaning anyone who is creative, who’s open, who’s generative. I’ve been feeling like there is a cultural recession happening. There is less being made, created. Photographers are struggling. Artists are struggling. The art markets are in the shitter. Social media is in decline (for many reasons) For the first time in over a decade, Burning Man hasn’t sold out. There’s been this feeling for the last eight years, this anticipation of doom. The country is so divided. There is so much anger and hate in the air. We’ve lived under a criminal as a president and through a global pandemic. There are brutal conflicts happening around the planet. And we are connected now in a way that we never have been. The 24hr news cycle, instant global communication. We are more aware of the moments at hand than ever before. We’re fucking tired.

Thinking back to when things felt good, hopeful, positive. For me and many of the people I know it was the Obama years. I have a distinct memory of watching the inauguration in the kitchen of the ranch house I was living in, on a thirteen inch TV. Tears of relief and gratitude streaming down my face. It felt like forward momentum. That good could triumph over evil, that progress was possible, beating back regression. That we as a country could at least begin to look at the roots of oppression and inequality that have plagued us since our inception. Things really felt like they were on the upswing. The vibes were good. Creating from a place of positivity and optimism is very different than creating from a place of desperation and fear.

There’s been a lot of recognition in the past years about the subtle differences and acceptance of human beings. Someone might be on the spectrum or non gender conforming, or neurodivergent. We’re waking up to these nuances that are still kinda stigmatized, but what if our subtle differences are what make us modern humans? Creative individuals may fall in these categories or may be categories all their own. Creativity, artistry, ingenuity are the engines that drive society. That push us forward. They’re the minds that ask, what if? When we feel oppressed, we don’t create freely. When we don’t feel safe, we don’t stick out our necks. I firmly believe this downturn we’re experiencing is a direct outcome of the politics we’ve been living under.

And now, sitting here, with a sense of quiet optimism. The momentum of Kamala Harris feels familiar. It feels like a cool breeze in a stifling room. I don’t know if an elected administration is enough to shift the tracks we’re on but I’m super eager to find out. My hope is that the sensible and intelligent turn out, in force in November. A loud voice, a singular voice, a diverse voice in defiance of the oppressive, regressive, fearful policies of a morally bankrupt right wing in this country. Not just for the commander in chief, but all the way down the ballot. Taking the house and increasing our representation in the senate. A super majority. Taking this country back. If we can, and if we do, I believe we’ll usher in a new era of growth and prosperity.

I wanted to do something more than be loud online and donate money to obscure campaigns in winnable districts after consuming a few Manhattans. So I decided to take on a little art project and taught myself how to silk screen. I’m making these shirts. All by hand. I’ve launched a web store. I’m donating all the profits to Swing Left. An org dedicated specifically to strategically boosting dem campaigns across the country. Available in common sizes in crop tops and unisex styles. (of course I made it sexy. . .) Super soft and comfortable. I didn’t want to make something super partisan, even though it is, subtly, I just want people to turn out. Nearly 40% of eligible voters in this country don’t bother to show up. When we show up we win. When we fight, we win. Do you understand the assignment?

If you’re a creator, an artist, photographer or model, give me a shout and I’ll get you a shirt if you agree to promote it and get out the vote.

Miss Nicole Emma Vaunt.

I’m sure I first became aware of Vaunt in the late Aughts/early 2010’s, during the heyday of Tumblr and Instagram. Zivity was a fun off shoot for a while. That period in time felt like a flood of creativity, eroticism, exploration and expression. Personally and professionally.

Before SESTA and FOSTA neutered platforms. Photographers and models were making amazing work together. It felt like this churning cauldron with so many characters and personalities spanning the country. Vaunt and her partner Corwin Prescott were living in Philadelphia at the time. Corwin is an exceptional photographer of the female form. Prolific and committed. A number of very large anthologies published that are a pleasure to thumb through. The work out of the east coast during that time had a specific flavor. A kind of darkness and moody sexuality. A weight. Brick and pine. It was almost anti L.A.

There was something about these models of that time. Alt Models, a term possibly made popular by Suicide Girls which dominated the scene. These models weren’t just objects or vessels to be photographed. You couldn’t book them through an agency. They were artists and creatives in their own right. With a perspective, a point of view, an aesthetic, an attitude. They were collaborators. Co creators. In my experience, working with someone, the dance the exchange of ideas and concepts and what came out of it. That was the good shit. Thats what really makes it fun. I fell in love with one. A story for another time.

So when I saw that Vaunt was available for shoots in the Bay Area I jumped at the chance to book some hours. Tintypes, film, digital. Having a window of time with a model on the road isn’t exactly the same as having an ongoing relationship. You’ve got to cram the getting to know you and the creating a bunch of work in to a very short time frame. But I think we did alright. I tried not to fanboy too much.

It isn’t lost on me that this period of time for which I’m so nostalgic were also the Obama years. There was a feeling of possibility and opportunity in the air. I think everyone that thinks and feels like me, liberal, progressive, love above all, was breathing a little easier. It felt like we could be ourselves with less fear of oppression. The internet was a vast stage that we could spill out on to.  The last eight years has not felt that way. The country’s turn toward authoritarianism and the abandonment of rationality has been brutal to endure. Conservatives don’t make anything of value. They don’t create, they are not generative. Art, technology, science, progress, is the wheelhouse of the liberal. The open minded. Conservatives seek to contract, to go back, to retreat, to “make America great again.” Whenever the fuck that was.

I’ve said it before, but I really do feel that we’re in the middle of a cultural recession. Or hopefully the end. . . I am emboldened by the democratic party’s embrace of Kamala Harris. Not that any one political leader can fix things or make it all better, but it sure sets a tone. An intelligent, reasoned, woman of color leading this nation sure feels a hell of a lot better than the alternative. Here’s to hoping we’re turning back towards the light. Here’s to Hope.

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Print of the Month Out the Door

This month’s print is out the door and it’s a special one. For the first time, a genuine, hand made, in the darkroom, silver gelatin print is being sent to members. 5x7 very limited edition. Archival materials and process. There’s till time to sign up and receive this one. Join Here. Fifteen bucks a month or $150/year. Hell of a deal. Get Brett in you mailbox. There’s nothing quite like holding a real print in your hand.