There were moments growing up when groceries would be left on the porch of our childhood home. Once a lady from church passed my mother an envelope with cash. I was sponsored to attend summer camp because everyone knew (but I had no idea as a kid) we were poor. But where others saw struggle and strife, my parents raised their five kids to see opportunities and have faith
(This is a recent photo JD snapped of me walking through the forest at my sister's wedding after changing my shoes...because I was convinced snakes might have been around.) For these (and many other) reasons, I shy away from nature. I thought we'd called a truce, but recently I was swimming in a pool (not exactly nature-ish, but anything outdoors can be dangerous
Last year I had the honor of flying to Blowing Rock, North Carolina for one of the prettiest weddings I've ever been able to photograph. Better yet, the wedding belonged to two of the nicest people the world has ever produced. Ever. Lanier and Scott have left an indelible impression on my life and I'm happy to now call them friends. Their wedding was featured in the
Dear Jasmine, I have a huge dream. It's just crazy weird. And I've been afraid to visualize it (you talked about it in Exposed Magazine). So I'm going to say it out loud for the first time. Here. I want to shoot a wedding in Bali. I do. I really really really do. I love Bali and I want to go back with every fibre of my being. I'm going to start visualizing. Dreaming.
She didn't want to go. In fact, Erica wouldn't dream of attending a surprise birthday bash in Chicago for a friend while she was in the final semester of graduate school. No, no she had a thesis to write, tests to study for, and needed to focus on preparing for an upcoming job interview. A dear friend refused to listen to Erica and promised she'd help Erica study on the
I'm the type of person who wakes up early, scours the pool for optimal sun-soakage, and saves lounge chairs for my return in the afternoon (yes, I realize this is completely annoying). On the last day of our stay, we slept late and arrived to the pool to realize every good chair was taken. Begrudgingly I selected the only two chairs available, which were located off in
It was the weekend and Hollywood was humming like a bumblebee hard at work. The neon lights, the oversized billboards, and the European cars made the evening alive with possibilities. Ali saw Ferrah from across the room and watched her from a distance. It was a party hosted at the Sky Bar and after a few sips of his drink, Ali made his way to Ferrah. It was her smile.
I created a business plan for my first year of business and here's a few things that were in that plan: a. Second shoot/assist 5-10 weddings (ended up second shooting more than 30+ weddings) b. Book one wedding (ended up booking three) c. Attend a photography workshop (ended up attending five) Here's why I thought the goals were attainable:
Their friends referred to it as a Korean Soap Opera, a love story that seemed like it could only play out on television. The plot was filled with missed opportunities, false starts on first dates (his choice in frozen yogurt was apparently appalling), and complete with two mothers who knew their children were destined to be together. No, Melissa and John were never going
Lately I've been doing a lot of doing. Yeah, you know that thing that people do when they're unsure of the next move? Doing. That's me. I put my head down and charge toward the next thing on my To Do list because scratching things off makes me feel productive. But sometimes productivity is morphine for creativity. It makes you feel like everything is okay, but deep down
3. Embrace Your Role as a Stylist The truth of the matter is this: You are more likely to be hired to shoot beautiful weddings if your portfolio is filled with beautiful weddings. So how do you get there? Stylize. Find ways to gather details, florals, and environmental elements to photograph the wedding in a way that's fuller/richer than it first appears. For
They sat next to each other on the couch, their legs lightly touching. My dad looked at her as my mom recounted what he was wearing the first time she saw him. Linen pants that flared at the bottom, a Hawaiian shirt, and a head covered with a thick afro of brown locks. Mom said he looked like one of the best dressed guys in East Los Angeles. You don't remember what I
Ben's dad saw a lovely girl walk across the street with a plate of homemade cookies and into the surf shop his son owned. With the waffling scents of sugar filling the air, his dad turned to his brother and asked who she was. Ben's brother admitted Alix had been stopping by the store often, after Ben gave her a surf lesson. Since when did Ben start giving surf lessons,