Devon & June, at home on Bowery.
An elopement in a fifth-floor walkup with twelve guests, a hot-plate dinner, and a deli bouquet. The pictures came out the way a candlelit room should look — warm, low, full of small kindnesses.
Read the entry →A working journal: long entries about the weddings I've shot, shorter entries about the cameras and the film, and the occasional note for couples thinking about photography. Updated when I have something worth saying.
We arrived in San Quirico on a Thursday afternoon. The light was already what every photographer dreams a Tuscany wedding will be: long, warm, slow, gold. Sixty guests had been arriving since Wednesday and most of them were already half-drunk in the courtyard.
Read the full entry →An elopement in a fifth-floor walkup with twelve guests, a hot-plate dinner, and a deli bouquet. The pictures came out the way a candlelit room should look — warm, low, full of small kindnesses.
Read the entry →A short essay on Kodak Portra 800 — the film I push to 1600, the film I keep loaded in the second body, the film I'd shoot a wedding on in low light if I had to pick exactly one stock and never another.
Read the entry →The clothing question is the one I get most often. The short answer is: whatever you would wear to a long quiet dinner. The long answer is fifteen hundred words about texture, color, and what a Hasselblad does to soft fabrics.
Read the entry →Behind a twelve-page commission for Condé Nast Traveler. Five small hotels, ten days, no tripods. Notes on what the brief said and what I shot when I closed the brief and went out walking before breakfast.
Read the entry →An April Hudson Valley wedding that nearly drowned. Ninety guests, an orchard tent that warped in the afternoon rain, and a sky that broke open at six PM into the most generous light I've seen in three years.
Read the entry →A long love letter to the 500CM I bought in 2013 from a retiring photographer in Cobble Hill. It has shot every wedding I've ever made. It needed a CLA last year and that was the longest two months of my professional life.
Read the entry →A Saturday-afternoon Brooklyn brownstone wedding, sixty-five guests, ceremony in the parlor, dinner family-style at one long table down the front hall. The light through the south windows did all the work.
Read the entry →A small piece of unsolicited advice. Why I don't recommend the choreographed pre-ceremony first look that became wedding-industry orthodoxy ten years ago, and what to do with that hour instead.
Read the entry →A vineyard wedding in early June, the cicadas already loud at lunch, eighty guests across three days. The bride wore the same dress at the welcome dinner she would wear at the ceremony — that detail, alone, told me what kind of wedding it would be.
Read the entry →Four times a year I send a letter — three or four photographs, a long entry, sometimes a small note about availability. No drip funnel, no automation, no marketing. About 2,400 readers; you'd be welcome.