This lovely lady stopped by the Honey Headquarters to tell us about her life as a Veejay and prep for the BET awards that took place on Sunday. Check out a Day in Her Life on Honeymag.
On another note, I have a quick peeve to discuss. Because I was helping my roommate move out (*tears*) on Sunday night, I missed the awards and therefore missed the Michael Jackson tribute. Basically I’ve decided that Viacom International are either assholes or idiots. How can you possibly remove ALL videos of the performance on the internet because of copyright infringements?? I imagine I wasn’t the only one madly searching the interweb yesterday for said video. In the time of instant gratification and real time media, it seems asinine to pull those videos. Why not put some ads on them and call it a day? Or let you watch the first minute and make you download the rest? And these are just the silly ideas I’ve managed to come up with in the time it takes me to write this. Come on people. Get with the times. When I want something I WANT IT NOW.
These were all taken with that sexy little Diana camera that I love. The construction worker scene didn’t make the final cut, but I’m including it anyway so that it doesn’t get buried from the light of day :) Enjoy!
Naomi preppin’.
Shanel, A’sia, and Erika working hard.
Lesley and Binkie workin’ it.
Cast & Crew
These girls bodies are just droolworthy. That’s our dope photographer, Eric, on the far right.
Basically these dope girls got NO PROMO for their debut album. Tsk tsk to the PR gurus. Check out the full story on Honeymag.com (and more media to come throughout the week).
Any any rate, this is quite possibly my favorite project that I have worked on to date. Naughty pin up girls? Ohhhhh yes.
I took these fotos back in early May when my father and brother came for a visit to Brooklyn. There are 3 things my father must do when in New York City (written out and capitalized here for the sake of the tourist in us all): 1. he must go to “Seaport” (there is no preceeding “the” in this version) 2. he cannot miss a trip to Times Square which usually includes a stop at ESPN Zone and 3. he must go to mass at St. Patrick’s Cathedral (though I believe this past time it was another church downtown — maybe thanks to my persistence that midtown is HELL).
My brother, on the other hand, is happy to wile the day away getting drunk. My dad’s not too opposed to this either. Nor am I. Since I had proposed a day in Brooklyn in hopes of getting out of the heinousness that is 42nd street, the obvious answer was the Brooklyn Brewery. I do, however, have a confession to make: BB is totally my fallback for when I have visitors and don’t know what to do with them. Now, if you who happens to be reading this has in fact made a trip there with me, please do not take offense for you are of the fine caliber of people with whom I associate getting hammered in the middle of the day at a quaint little gem of a beer house. You, my friends, are great people.
At any rate, to make what I would tell as a long story short, my father and brother managed to find people to talk about sports with them all afternoon and I got drunk and took pictures. Afterward we walked over to the East River for a cigar, my dad went back to Manhattan, and my brother and I grabbed a couple of bikes to go check out Williamsburg and take pictures of street art.
This girl’s got a lot of talents. Check out her dope life over at honeymag. We had a sick shoot with a lot of really talented people working behind the scenes on hair, makeup, styling, etc. I got the privilege of shooting this gorgeous chica - she obviously photographs beautifully. I also got to test out the rad little Diana camera which gave us some cool, organic shots. I will definitely be bringing that little sucker to every future shoot I partake in.
And naturally, the Honey staff being the camera whores that they are managed to jump on the scene, as well.
Last night was my friend Persia’s 29th birthday party at the Dressing Room on Orchard St. First of all the store is my new best friend — a bar plus a boutique equates to drunk shopping which is one of my favorite things to do. There is definitely a hot pink Betsy Johnson dress hiding behind a rack of jeans that I meant to buy before I left and then forgot about.
On top of the sweet location another of our friends - known here as Jenny C’est Quoi - brought in her burlesque troupe and turned the night into a raging tit and ass fest. And to think I wasn’t going to bring my camera. SMH… However, for the sake of being somewhat appropriate so that these people will speak to me again, I believe that I have left at least something to the imagination.
It was a hugely successful birthday party. Ridiculous in every sense of the word.
When we do photoshoots at Honey Magazine I use whomever may be hanging around for test shots. However, the Honey staff is less than camera shy and the testers usually end up as editor photos. During a recent shoot with Vashtie, our new fashion editor pulled lots of fun clothes and accessories for our girl to dress up in. Naturally everyone took full advantage of the samples (Shanel didn’t take off that sequined fanny pack for hours) and the makeup artist, Shaina. It was a very long, yet very awesome day and the fotos totally reflect that: pulled together no bullshit ladies fading into chicks in need of a stiff cocktail.
A couple of weeks ago a friend of a friend invited me to photograph the lovely and talented (pitch-perfect voice that flows like water) Gretchen Parlato at 55 bar in the west village. Now the last time I visited this bar I was in college and therefore drunk. At the time I had no idea that in this place you were to *listen and appreciate the music* rather than talk loudly and spill your drink. Needless to say, this time I arrived a little more prepared and did not attract angry stares from the music savvy crowd.
The lighting of the bar proved a challenge so up went the ISO and out came the grain resulting in some edgier, raw photos. I can’t say that I’m displeased with the result.
I have been less than timely with my posts lately, but I’m over giving excuses. And do these cherry trees really look any less gorgeous just because they are done blooming? What I should have done was save these photos until January when everything is frigid and miserable. You know, just to tease.
Anyhow, after living in Williamsburg(ish) for almost two years, I decided it was time to see some Brooklyn tourist shiz. The best part of the Brooklyn Botanical Garden was definitely the cherry trees. To be honest I thought the rest of the gardens weren’t taken care of as well as I had expected. Giving them the benefit of the doubt it looked like they were undergoing some renovations when I visited. In that case I will hold off making any decisive opinions about the place. Maybe I’m just spoiled from the pristine Keukenhof Gardens in Holland (photos here, here, here and here).
