Category: <span>Ephemera</span>

“Use me.”

He kneels in front of me before the mirror as he was told, his perfect cheeks are pressed into his heels, the dimples in the small of his back are dramatically shadowed in the low light. These details make my …

Begging

I don’t realize how heavy my sigh is, how slumped my shoulders are. It’s been a long week and I’m grateful to not have plans on a Friday night. I’m glad to be in pajamas at 7pm with my feet …

Aperture

“Most people would be horrified if I told them about the kind of pictures I take. When people ask what I do, I say I’m an urban nature photographer. What I don’t say is that I stalk and photograph people …