Having been 5’10” since the age of twelve, I’ve had a fair bit of time to get used to the idea of not quite fitting in. I apparently have a distinctive face people always seem to recognize. I was never going to be able to hide or blend in with a crowd, so out of necessity, I just ran with it.
I find that instinct has carried itself over to my photography today. My work doesn’t easily lend itself to distinct categories, and I do not produce straightforward images. Each picture is an amalgamation of the elements of fashion, beauty, portraiture, and design that is so patently the extension of my Art History degree rather than a traditional photography background. To this day, I maintain I taught myself how to make an image from painters and painting, rather than other photographers. Paintings suggest a sensory experience. Paintings ask for contemplation. Paintings allow for contradictions. In this way, I identify as a painter who happens to use a camera.
I make no attempt to define what is fashionable or who is beautiful, but to help dismantle the notion that fashion and beauty are definable qualities in the first place. Fashion and beauty are impermanent, amorphous, and subjective. I’m interested in character, and in narrative; the woman wearing the fantastic lipstick rather than the lipstick itself. I’m interested in the sizzle, not the steak. The periphery, the “it” factor, the second glance.
The ones who don’t fit in, but look amazing doing it.