Home Artists Posts Import Register

Content

My friend Emily asked me to take the first outdoor nudes or her, or maybe the first nudes of her, period, and we happened to pick a day that turned out to be the heaviest single day of rain in Los Angeles in years.  The trail was empty, wet, cool, and alive.  Seeing Emily (who has a look that is hard to place, a face that could pass for any number of ethnicities) quietly and slowly moving through that canyon, water and white wash dripping down her bare skin, I was totally transported to the past.  So often on the trail I try to imagine what this same path was like before white people came and fucked everything up. This feeling came roaring into life (or at least my weird, subconscious version of life) through my lens.

Emily in the Angeles National Forest, CA. February 2017

Files

Comments

No comments found for this post.