This is me! It was kind of rough to set up the camera so that it would be focused correctly, then run over to my place after the timer started. I really need to invest in a remote for my camera! Anyways, I really put some editing skills to work here, and it may have been a bit much but I like the way they came out. 🙂
This is Brandon, I pleaded with him several times for the chance to photograph him and he finally gave in. He’s very creative, intellectual, open-minded and hilarious. Quite a character if you ask me! I wanted to take these so I could practice and play with some editing tools that I’ve come across.
Look up his music if you get the chance, search Mic Maven on Soundcloud. 🙂
This is Perla, my wonderful and extremely photogenic sister-in-law! She was my model for the final series I shot for my high school film photography class. I love the art and culture that comes with Dia de los Muertos, so I chose to use it as the theme for these photos.
These pictures were taken with a 35mm lens, black and white film.
Check out Perla’s blog here: http://pearlsofconsciousness.wordpress.com
Every time I thanked you for your compliments I meant,
I hate the way you feed the “she” in me.
Her mere existence tortures me because she believes appearance is everything.
She taught me to put myself on the market and beg to be purchased before my expiration date comes.
Many nights my guardian angel watched my mascara run.
I began to wonder “Is it even possible for me to be a man’s chosen one?”
She has been there the whole time beneath my skin.
She has been in my thoughts since the sandbox,
She shortened my breaths so my stomach would not e-e-expand too much,
She hated the way my thighs touched, and yet she would never leave me.
All she wanted was for me to be every man’s “pretty.”
But I was a beauty turning into a Beast.
I’m full of compromises and broken promises.
I’ve been beating myself up from the inside out. Vanity in my veins.
My faith had been shaken by bad cholesterol perceptions that caused me to have a spiritual heart-attack.
None of my prayer recitations could resuscitate my frozen heart.
But a wise snowman once told me that an act true love could thaw a frozen heart.—–
So I introduced myself to every available man with a kiss, hoping that he would be the one.
I was Judas. —-
Although I did not kiss the face of the Lord, I betrayed him with one.
I had forgotten who I belonged to. ——-
It was a test of the flesh and I was too busy trying to cover up my imperfections.