Thursday, June 21, 2012

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Girl of the Garden for Audrey Grace Boutique

A collaboration between myself and Audrey Grace Boutique, which opened it's online store yesterday, and opens as a pop up shop in Jackson, Mississippi, U.S.A. in November. 

Model: Veronique Lacroix
MU/H: Alexandra Apple
Stylist: Jaclyn Bethany
Clothing provided by Audrey Grace Boutique
Shot on location at Square Saint Louis in Montreal, Canada











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Sunday, June 17, 2012

New York City [V]

Little moments: a rain-drenched library, A's hotel room, two tired girls, Brooklyn from the subway after getting lost, Corrina in her Harlem apartment, library interior (i and ii), stumbling on Bryant Park complete with a charming lit carousel, and the Museum of Natural history.














I started a diary in New York City, [I, II, III, IV, V]
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Monday, June 11, 2012

New York City [IV]

Following Landon's studio, A and C and I wander the streets of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Stopping in at Catbird, a bookstore, and ending up at the waterfront. On a whim we decide to take the commuter ferry up the East River, then take a journey across the Brooklyn Bridge. A blanket covered the city that day. 












I started a diary in New York City, [I, II, III, IV, V (coming soon)] 

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Monday, June 4, 2012

New York City [III]

It is often only in the overview of photographs when one realizes that at certain times, or on certain trips, the eye is drawn to specific colors or shapes. Shining plastic covered presents in Harlem on Mother's day, someone's graffiti on the lower east side, a cluster of flowers in Central Park. 

At the Metropolitan Museum of Art glimpses of strangers, tourists marveling at the Old Masters until their eyes are sore and retire to the museum food court (the master of tourist-watching, see M. Parr).

Three tired girls sit in Washington Square Park, all with different lenses capturing different things. On to Panna II, an Indian restaurant fronted by yelling men trying to lure passerbys into their restaurant (not their neighbors). Ducking to the bathroom the ceiling is like melting lava. Trudge, trudge to the lower east side for tea and a charming all-night cafe. Looking up we wonder who lives in the apartments surrounding, who gets to look down every night on a faerie-lit scene.





















I started a diary in New York City, [I, II, III, IV (coming soon), V (coming soon)]  

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