Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Friday, April 11, 2014
In Good Company
The photographs of my incredibly talented friend, Cydney Puro - whom I've raved about before (read here) - are being featured in the too-cool-for-school online publication, This is Paper. Her work is gorgeous and rad. Take a look HERE.
Labels:
artist,
artists,
big shrubs,
camp,
color blocking,
cydney puro,
elizabeth,
faroe islands,
gas stations,
italy,
photography,
photos,
this is paper,
whale hunting
Monday, September 30, 2013
Supermodel, Work
New perspective.
Taking a moment.
Olive and the nectarine.
Death of the nectarine.
The talented Emily Ulmer photographed my nugget a couple weeks ago.
Above are a few of the magical images that resulted.
I gasped when I saw them...
Labels:
baby,
baby girl,
children,
emily ulmer,
home,
nectarines,
olive,
photography,
photos,
portrait sessions,
succulents,
supermodels
Wednesday, January 09, 2013
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
In the Middle of the Night
A totes-fab Glamour Shot session went down in Burbank last night. While Alexis and her handsome malamute, Napoleon, channeled Kate Moss and Cindy Crawford, my talented friend Jeff channeled his inner Mario Testino and clicked away. I had the fun job of art directing the classy shoot. A poor man's Grace Coddington, if you will. We were going for a midnight snack theme. Have a sneak-peek! Thoughts? Like a John Currin painting, no? We had so much fun... Much more to come.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Oh, Snap
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Prints Charming


Gosh, I would love to purchase prints of these photos I found via Pinterest but have not been able to figure out who took these shots... How great are these?
Friday, March 02, 2012
Fridays
Source: kindovermatter.com via Debra on Pinterest
Husband is home.
Family's complete.
I am all smiles.
Like this old lady.
Only I have teeth.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Great Expectations
Supermodels seemingly have it all. Post-partum figures that money can't buy, yummy over-achieving hubbies, and beautiful children whom they breastfeed effortlessly. See Exhibit A:

Exhibit A - VS angel Miranda Kerr feeding her son before strutting her shit on the catwalk in lingerie.
WTF.
Having never had a baby before Olive, I had no idea that photos like the one above, and blogs like this one, do not depict the norm. Glossy, doctored images of highly-disciplined freaks of nature in perfectly-staged settings paired with edited blog entries about their fancy at-home, glitch-free, successful natural births to chill babies are bound to make any "real" mom feel like a failure - myself included. Olive was a challenge from day one, and it's important to note that ours was not a relationship based on love-at-first-sight. See Exhibit B:

Exhibit B - Me and Olive hanging out at the hospital when she was first born. Feelings were mutual. She was pissed at me for starving her (my milk supply hadn't let down yet), and I was frustrated with her for chewing up my nipples (seriously, ow-wee).
Fast forward to today. My weight is at an all-time high, my home is a war-zone, and I continue to struggle with breastfeeding my colicky baby. Unlike Miranda Kerr, I am not strutting around in diamond-covered pasties and a thong. I am a fat ass, running on empty - sleeping any moment I can, anywhere I can. See Exhibit C:

Exhibit C - Reality bites.
Though Olive and I didn't hit it off from the get-go (our relationship problems stemmed from the difficulties I encountered when breastfeeding), our mother-daughter relationship has developed into something pretty darn sweet over the course of a month. (Olive turns 1 month old tomorrow!) My insides melt like butter when the little one stares at me; I swear, there's nothing I wouldn't do for my bossy munchkin... Exhibit D:

Exhibit D - Who ya' callin' bossy?

Exhibit A - VS angel Miranda Kerr feeding her son before strutting her shit on the catwalk in lingerie.
WTF.
Having never had a baby before Olive, I had no idea that photos like the one above, and blogs like this one, do not depict the norm. Glossy, doctored images of highly-disciplined freaks of nature in perfectly-staged settings paired with edited blog entries about their fancy at-home, glitch-free, successful natural births to chill babies are bound to make any "real" mom feel like a failure - myself included. Olive was a challenge from day one, and it's important to note that ours was not a relationship based on love-at-first-sight. See Exhibit B:
Exhibit B - Me and Olive hanging out at the hospital when she was first born. Feelings were mutual. She was pissed at me for starving her (my milk supply hadn't let down yet), and I was frustrated with her for chewing up my nipples (seriously, ow-wee).
Fast forward to today. My weight is at an all-time high, my home is a war-zone, and I continue to struggle with breastfeeding my colicky baby. Unlike Miranda Kerr, I am not strutting around in diamond-covered pasties and a thong. I am a fat ass, running on empty - sleeping any moment I can, anywhere I can. See Exhibit C:
Exhibit C - Reality bites.
Though Olive and I didn't hit it off from the get-go (our relationship problems stemmed from the difficulties I encountered when breastfeeding), our mother-daughter relationship has developed into something pretty darn sweet over the course of a month. (Olive turns 1 month old tomorrow!) My insides melt like butter when the little one stares at me; I swear, there's nothing I wouldn't do for my bossy munchkin... Exhibit D:
Exhibit D - Who ya' callin' bossy?
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Princess Di
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Artsy Fartsy

'Meter Exposition' by Tolzislow Turkiewicz, 1974 available on 1stdibs.com
Mmm... op art.

Scala dei Turchi Island, Sicily, Massimo Vitali, 2009
where's waldo?

can't recall where i found this, but i'm digging the humor.
Labels:
1stdibs,
artwork,
dream homes,
massimo vitali,
op art,
photography,
tolzislow turkiewicz
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Hearts Springing from My Eye Sockets
i totally luuuurve this shit.
stilnovo chandelier, 1950s available at rewire

two boys smoking in central park, diane arbus 1962 available at galerie half

early edition arne jacobsen egg chair, 1968 at galerie half
stilnovo chandelier, 1950s available at rewire
two boys smoking in central park, diane arbus 1962 available at galerie half

early edition arne jacobsen egg chair, 1968 at galerie half
Labels:
arne jacobsen,
chandelier,
diane arbus,
dream homes,
egg chair,
photography
An Affair to Remember

le cub and i had wanted to be transported to our wedding venue in a eurovan like this one. we ended up being transported in a ghetto fabulous escalade. hahaha. i still love the eurovan...
photo by krisatomic
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
ANXIOUS.
first day at buddy system studios is tomorrow. i am not feeling well, but i shall hide the unwell feelings. don't want to be like the above-pictured "nipply" dog. must be more like this energy-filled rat-chasing puppy. what the blah am I saying? going to bed. word.photo source: "place of the upside down" by roger ballen. available at 20x200
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Don't Need Much
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 05, 2010
I've Got Sunshine

on a cloudy day...
Isn't this photo homage to Rothko bloody brilliant? Check out Richard Ehrlich's work HERE.
It was raining this morning when I drove le cub to LAX.
Birthday boy is traveling to Chicago for work this week.
No pity here, because his next stop (over the weekend) is New York!
Wish I could join him, but I've got a film to shoot.
How tragic.
Monday, February 01, 2010
Film is Not Dead

At the request of my mother, and for the viewing pleasure of all friends and family in Taiwan who won't be making our wedding, le cub and I have hired a videographer. The amazing Joel "Dreamy" Serrato will be documenting the whole shebang. He shoots on Super 8 film with vintage cameras! Take a look at his work HERE. Yum. And his blog? HERE.
Pictured: Neat-o photo by photographer Joshua Scott
Labels:
joel serrato,
photography,
videographer,
wedding
Thursday, January 21, 2010
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