Filed under: Photography | Tags: victorian, taxidermy, fashion, fashion photography
Kodak Portra 160NC/ Ektachrome 100
Shot on my RZ67






Filed under: History, Photography, Theory | Tags: jaques lacan, francesca woodman, self portrait, autobiographical, art theory, identity
I’ve been thinking a lot of self-portraits as of late.

Nemesister. 2009.
Despite their prevalence within my body of work, I am not particularly fond of them. Being an insecure person, I have a hard time grappling with the role in front of the lens. It seems when shroud in artifice I feel a fraud, and when they take on an auto-biographical stance; I feel far too vulnerable. Perhaps that vulnerability is on account of the intrinsic intensity when author becomes object and bares all to see.
Jaques Lacan, a French psychoanalyst and philosophical theorist, believed the most fundamental stage of development was when one identified their own image in the mirror. Placing identity into a realm of superficiality, lending a tangibility- an external symbol-to a concept far more complex and encompassing: the ego. I suppose Lacan felt that in the mirror was where the culturally- perceived duality of soul and body connected. I’ve always felt the self portrait to function on this level : a visual projection of identity – an exploration of the self whether fact or fiction.
The notion of artificial identity is a fascinating one. In the digital age of social networking, it seems as though a self-determined projection has become blurred with the “real” corporeal being. From Photoshop to flattering “Myspace angles”; it seems more and more the manipulated and constructed ego is replacing any notion of a “real” and unchanging self.

Ivory 2010
Historically, portraiture remained relatively subjective, as the sitter’s likeness was captured by a third party and thus, imbued with the artist’s inherent biases and perception. However, with the rise and subsequent ease of consumer technology, the reproducible image has escalated to extremes never before anticipated. And suddenly, the photographer can become the subject simultaneously. Not that self-portraits are some novel concept, no, for centuries artists have been compelled to record their own image, determine the appearance of their own immortality. But, now it’s passed from savant to amateur, and everyone from children to the elderly are able to decide the person they present themselves to be.
To my knowledge, the first person to bridge the gap between self-portraiture and photography was Hannah

Hannah Maynard. Self-Portrait. 1893.
Maynard (1834-1918), a photographer who resided in BC and took astounding multiple exposures of herself.
The rise of post-modernism saw a concurrent rise in self portraiture in photography; the likes of Cindy Sherman and Duane Michals exploring the relationship between identity and appearance, by using their own bodies to explore projections and representations. Sherman takes on a variety of different characters within her body of work utilizing wigs and make-up to draw a connection between image and ego, and the superficial nature therein. She demonstrates that identity is not only dependent upon appearance, but that identity is as shallow and artificial as that.
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Francesca Woodman. Untitled. 1980.
Francessca Woodman, on the other hand, created highly personal images, and went so far as to document her own demise, a series of haunting autobiographical self portraits that detail her fall into the depths of mental illness. At both ends of the spectrum, from fact to fiction, it seems that self-portraiture has become a fundamental way in which the artist comes to terms with their own ego.
Filed under: Inspiration, Music | Tags: Cat Power, Great Lake Swimmers, Horses, Mumford and Sons, Music, The Sundays
For those of you who know me, music is a huge part of my life. However, being both tone-deaf and rhythmless has stinted any aptitude and as such I have settled for being a connoisseur of sorts.
Just thought I’d share a couple of tracks I’ve been fixated with the interweb.
Filed under: Photography, Uncategorized | Tags: photography, taxidermy, fashion, vintage inspired, folky
I know it’s good when I get this excited about the digital tests.
Straight off the camera, folks



Can’t take full credit – the amazing accessories are courtesy of the fabulous Sarah Swayze . Great hair and make-up, great girls – a whole lot of talent going on!
Can’t wait for the film.
Filed under: History, Theory | Tags: art, female hysteria, victorian, anorexia, taxidermy, muybridge, psychology, feminism
shooting here monday, i honestly can’t wait
There is something about Victorian culture I’ve always found myself drawn to. Aside from the fantastic aesthetic; their luxurious fabric, debaucheries lifestyles and the increasing discrepency between the rich and the poor, there is something striking about the era. Perhaps its the fact that really, this was the beginning of the society we find ourselves in today. With feudalism abolished, capitalism and the industrial era on the brink of inception, and science first being explored, perhaps I see a glimmer of our own history in this period. From phrenology to taxidermy, it seems the foundation of science was not built upon empirical fact, but rather, aesthetics. Muybridge’s photographs are a prime example of this, slaving over his work, compulsively inventing contraptions in order to allude accuracy. But, in the end, they were altered. They did not present one indisputable truth, but rather a fiction of what Muybridge percieved as reality, how the horse should look in motion.
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Eadweard Muybridge Animal Locomotion 1878
Or, another example of this false science; the phenomenon of hysteria, a condition no longer even recognized by the medical institution. It affected females exclusively, and described a plethora of symptoms- all quite neurotic in nature – from panic attacks, lack of libido to general nervousness. Common treatment of this ailment was to keep the girl in complete isolation; locked away from the world. Or, in worst case scenerio, shock treatment and lobotomies. A medical excuse to further subjegate women further, women who were beginning to gain curiosity, very convenient if you ask me.

Image of a woman suffering hysteria under hypnosis. 1910

Anorexia first made its first appearance in Victorian medical literature, a phenomenon initially considered religious in nature after such biblical features as St. Catherine of Sienna, who would purge with a stick in order to gain transcendence. With the rise and dissemination of printed media during this time, stories of “fasting girls” gained vast public recognition, which only perpetuated the need of a scientific explanation.
The term Anorexia Nervosa was coined in 1873, by Sir William Gull and was believed to be closely connected to hysteria. The treatment program created by Gull remains relatively unaltered today, wherein women were forcefed (often by tube) within an institution until her weight was recovered. Although there is more extensive knowledge of blood sugar levels, refeeding syndrome and fancy gadgets to monitor therein, effectually the principals are the same. And, with a marginal 60% recovery rate, to me it begs the question, why haven’t these treatments been questioned?
But, that’s another tirade in and of itself.
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Love this editorial set by Marcus Ohlsson . Can’t go wrong with two girls and a VW microbus, and the expanse of the desert.
Have been quite taken with Pamela Love and Jordan Sullivan’s work as of late. They’re like memories you’ve never had.
I guess the answer is to go to new mexico in a beat up VW and shoot with only ambient light.
Or, since I lack a valid driver’s license, atleast try to capture the freedom of the road, the orange glow of summer sun, the cool breeze of august nights. The Eagles playing loudly on the stereo, care free, laid back.The fish flies that thicken the air, the cicadas that deafen the heat of the afternoon. The vastness that can swallow you up. if you’d only let it.
Experiments with a new dual-purpose photek umbrella, basically a ghetto soft box, but i’m oh-so enamored of the results.

FUJI FC-100 instant film shot on an RZ67
I’ve been thinking alot of bedrooms and private spaces lately. Perhaps it’s the mattress project pleading for completion, but as far as the relation of figure and ground; i cannot think of a more telling location. I wonder how much my intrigue with intimacy is in countenance to its apparent lack in our society. Social media isolates us, desocializes us, devalues the power of skin on skin. Of the language of intonation, the dialect of touch.
I may be going through a romantic revival, I apologize in advance.
And an obligatory picture with the doggie (I just can’t help it, he’s my favourite model). The two loves of my life.

Again, Fuji FC on my mamiya.
I’ll try to be more consistent with updates. Things peak my interest and come on like a tidal wave, only to disipate into the fog of nostalgia.
It’s not you, it’s me. But, I’m trying.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: 120, beach, english bay, mamiya, photography, water

Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: day of the dead, death, dia de los muertos, face paint, film, kodak portra, motel, photography, window
i’m really fascinated by where this is going.
portra 160vc on a 135 slr, double flash set up.






