Street Perspective.

I have recently become obsessed with the idea of how we as a race create these monstrous structures to house us, conduct business, enjoy ourselves, etc, etc. These structures are often sterile, rigid, and loaded with repetition. We create these overwhelming structures that vastly contrast our organic shape. It is this juxtaposition of rigid structures and organic shapes that has consumed me. I want to portray how we as people fit into these concrete jungles that we call cities. These shots are taken from a pedestrian perspective to retain objectivity. Enjoy

This girl named Jordan.

Another plunge into the portrait world. This time a shoot with an old friend, named Jordan. Hope you enjoy

This girl named Ceciley.

As of late I have started to realize that there are only a few types of photography that people seem to be into. Those photos consist of pretty landscapes and this idea of fashion photographs. Which, let's face it, are glorified portraits. If you don't produce these formulated landscapes with the vibrance cranked up to a million or a scantily clad female wearing next to nothing, no one really gives the work more than 5 seconds of viewing time. Which is sad, because there are so many photographs that i could spend days looking at, but no one really seems to care about the details anymore. The details are what makes an image interesting. There's nothing wrong with these types of imagery, they just get a bit old after awhile. In addition, I'm just not very into these types of images. Despite all of this I thought I'd check out what the fuss is all about. Anyway, here are a few samples of this wonderful girl I know named, Ceciley. This is my plunge into mainstream images. I will say, it is kind of enjoyable, but I don't think I could do that all the time.

More New York.

A tour across America: New York.

Here are a few more images from our adventure across America. Got to spend some time with my older sisters, Miri & Nami. Who are currently attending Princeton and Parsons. This visit was especially exciting, because we were able to attend the Daily show, which was excellent.

In transit

This past summer a few friends and I embarked on a cross country road trip. The goal, bring my friend, Dave's truck back to Utah. We started in Connecticut and made our way to New York, Chicago, Boulder, and a few other cities in between. However, before we did all this, I had to get to Connecticut. Upon departing Salt Lake City I encountered a few issues with my connecting flights. After a long delay, I found myself in Detroit having to spend the night. Which was interesting, to say the least. The next morning I hoped on my flight to Connecticut. While waiting for my friends to pick me up at the airport I had an interesting little experience. Since I had an hour or so to kill before my friends arrived, I started to take some photos. After 20 minutes or so, I was promptly surrounded by multiple airport marshals who immediately began to question me about my intentions. After 10-15 minutes of explaining myself, they let me go. Here are some of the photos that the marshals were questioning me about.