This semester I’m taking Program for Narrative and Documentary Practice, a photography + writing class. Everyone in the class shoots in “Wonderland,” an area the teacher delineates as anywhere north of Mystic Ave, bounded on the west by the Fells and on the Atlantic on the east. The first week he just had us go into Wonderland and get lost in it if we could, in order to begin getting acquainted with it — no photos required. I took some anyway.
This post isn’t called “dream cake” because it’s my favorite cake — it’s called that because I had a dream in which I ate almond-pistachio cake and I was so intrigued by it that I made up a recipe for it and tried to replicate it in real life. I thought it was a little…
Past midnight on a long, exhausted drive back from Central MA after a shoot for my LGBTQ+ tattoo photo essay, I stopped at the Fifties Diner in Chicopee.
Here’s PNDP assignment #6: go to another game by the same team as the previous assignment, and shoot away from the action. The writing assignment was a poem made out of conversations overheard at the game. Number 4! Mohammed, come back You can’t let him get there On the ground There’s still so much I…
Around this time last month, I was working on production design for a short film my friend Ben Hosking was directing. He, the DP, the UPM, and I drove up to our location, which was a truck stop in New Hampshire. It was a gorgeous, cool night, absolutely unlike the night we actually shot. Keep…
I shot some portraits with actress and model Alyssia Johnson for her resume. We used stand lights, but the white background is just my apartment wall and the black background is the flag side of a five-sided reflector.
Here’s another show from last year, in a performance style I had never imagined myself photographing: pantomime. Yes, Tufts has a mime troupe, and they booked me to photograph their spring 2018 show. Here’s what I witnessed.
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I worked in Lynn in 1989, commuted via Everett and Revere daily. I remember feeling like I had crossed into a different culture from Tufts and Cambridge area once I entered Medford on Rt 16 to Rt 60. Rich in imagery (it was my first photo class at at Tufts where I became obsessed with “ bathtub virgins” in the streets near and around Tufts…)
Once you’re past Mystic Ave and the far reach of Tufts’ influence everything really is different! I love those bathtub virgins — they’re such a thing here that one of the example photos for “Bathtub Madonna” on Wikipedia was taken in Somerville.