Sitting at the MacBook Pro, fish sauce is dripping down my chin and pork skin falling to my lap from my Vietnamese leftovers. Sticky fingers bang away at these keys as I try to focus on the task at hand that is today's post.
Today, I'd like to elaborate that although some of my photos may be pretty or cool, the road to their successes aren't quite as glamorous.
You don't need a Swiss bank account and a truckload of Profoto packs to create awesome environmental portraits.
Wait a minute. Something just doesn't feel right about this photograph. Sure, it follows all the rules of composition and exposure and queue the voice of Charlie Brown's teacher, Mrs. Donovan.
Today, the progressions with Jason. From enemy of the lens to a artisan of the headshot pose.
Having said that, I also espied a myriad of photographs that gave photographers bad names across the globe.
I'm certain you know the photographs I speak of. Imagine: the 70s or 80s when most photographers wore pocket protectors, carried black combs for all the clients to keep, bad lighting, bad posing and worse, those abhorrent backdrops.
Tie dyed from a bad acid trip?
I vowed to never ever stoop to such a creative low. . .
. . . Until now.
Today, is a recent shoot with the awesome Sandy Koppelman. The progression. This is how it's done my friends.