With friends, he would play the congos at clubs around San Diego and then, when the gig was over at 2 a.m., invite the bouncers over for dinner. “We’d be like, ‘Hey, you guys hungry?’ and they’d say, ‘Yup.’ And I’d say, ‘Come on over, let’s eat.’
I feel like the moonbathing with Zuki and swimming in the storm with Iszy had the same effect. They both rejuvenated me and made me feel alive, made possible by nature - the best medicine.
Photographing these two was so easy. Maybe it was because I’ve known them both for years and know their hearts. But, they made my job so simple.
Hello everyone! Long time no post. School has started up and it's been very busy, but I've still been filling in all the cracks with as much art as I can. Despite not publishing any blog posts, I've been making adjustments to my blog. I now have a photography page where I am displaying my recent [...]
I would give anything for my brother Erwan in France to be a mere eight hours away on the same continent or for Australia and Hawai'i to be bound by an ocean-crossing bridge.
But we are lucky to have highways.
The cloud still thinks I'm in Japan.
The tide depends on time. It depends on the moon and it follows its own schedule. But it does not rush for anyone, it does not yield for anyone, it doesn't slow its reach or pull to accommodate the ocean. It just does.