she’s a knockout. yeah, i went there! i met reetta a couple weeks ago as she is the new intern. she is from finland. i am notorious for being terrible at remembering names (great at faces though!) and for a while there i thought it would be funny to just call her “finland.” about two weeks into this, and with her always responding gracefully to her new nickname, i casually found out that she practices boxing on the regular. uh-oh! so i decided then and there to make it a priority in my life to remember, and use, her beautiful-beautiful name! haha.
i also thought it was imperative to take some photos of her, her boxing gloves, and her new city as a backdrop and do some portraits that would show a fun contrast between her gorgeous features, femininity, and favourite sport! these were definitely a bit edgier than my usual photos and were really fun to do. i should also mention that and we took them against the clock as she was actually on her way to hit the boxing gym. i really like how they turned out, i hope
you will too.
beauty from chaos. i met fran over a year ago, while i was taking driver’s ed. it was only about an hour after we met, and 10 minutes into my driving experience, that another driver got distracted and rear-ended me right before entering the freeway. i stood there for an endless amount of time growing angrier and angrier as onlookers passed by in their cars and threw a smile my way, as if saying “look at the student driver getting in a wreck!” all i could do was get frustrated as they didn’t even know that i wasn’t the one that caused the accident. in the middle of this situation, this tall and super friendly bolivian guy i had just met offered to give me a hug. i can’t pass down a hug. once we were done driving we went out for a beer, and that was the beginning of our friendship.
as it turns out, life is about to throw us another curveball as fran will be moving back to his native bolivia in the next couple of months. talking about this upcoming life-changing event we decided that it was time for a good ‘ol portrait session… and well… i like to think that we do well when life throws us a curveball, so here’s to friendship, distracted drivers, and looking on the bright side!
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we talked about it forever, and we finally went for it. this fall pablo alonso and i finally arranged out schedules to meet up for a photo session. it is a common frustration with photographers to find that most everyone else in their lives has nice and updated portraits while their own are just not as updated or lacking some creativity. it is also common among photographers to take matters into their own hands and exchange sessions with other photographers. its win-win. so this was the time for pablo and i to play the game. we decided on an urban location and had a great time geeking out. i have to admit that i was a bit nervous as this was my first time photographing a photographer, but all in all i am glad we decided to give it a shot. pun intended.
Olaia. How can I even begin to describe her? Her pierced septum shows off her edginess and attitude but her eyes and shy smile give away at her whole-hearted kindness. We met a while back through a makeup artist and immediately hit it off. We are both musicians so we definitely made it a point to hang out again. Sometime later we even found out that we had recorded at the same studio!
So we were both looking for an excuse to work together. Fast forward a couple months and here we are, freezing in Portugalete as a nearby storm is threatening to rain us out. We worked mostly on the Puente Vizcaya, more commonly known locally as the “Puente Colgante.”Let me stop right here and tell you that this was one of the most extreme situations under which I’ve ever shot. Not only did we have to brave the predictable wind, but the sudden fear of height that took over us as we stood on the 61m (200ft) structure and it suddenly started shaking. I think the first time we both squealed and held on to each other, hopelessly waiting for the bridge to make it’s way across the river. Granted, by the time we were done we were just laughing at it. What we didn’t laugh at though was the crazy amount of freezing rain that started pouring on us right at the end. As it turns out you have to use a small phone to call a member of the staff to come up on the elevator and escort you down. The whole time we are standing there in the rain, freezing, laughing, and hoping the elevator got there quickly. As soon as our feet hit the ground we crossed the street and had some hot coffee to get the feeling back in our fingertips. All in all a fantastic time together, some fun little stories, and photographs that made it all worth it.