When I originally began sorting through my contact sheets for the right images for this series, the story of this time spent walking Dallas began to form in front of me. It began with the highs of a marvelous skyline and ended with the lows of the realities of city life back down on the streets. Still, after a lot of editing, there are just some images that stick out even through they didn't manage to find their way into the story.Read More
I don’t immediately look at the day’s images when I get home. The camera never leaves my bag. Instead, I’m on my computer searching Google for “Dallas poverty”. It’s been on my mind the entire car ride home. You might not like what you find when you start peeling back the layers.Read More
The DART train slowly made its way into downtown Dallas. Three minutes into a six minute ride, a young man leaned over to me from across the middle aisle.
“Hey, ‘scuse me.”
I looked at him through my sunglasses.
“You got a hundred dollars?”
The human element exists here on the streets of Dallas, but in a more divided way than I was expecting to see. This particular stretch of downtown is separated into distinct areas, with distinct people doing very distinct things in their particular sections. There are no blurred lines - the way of life seems to change from well-off to desperate simply by crossing the street.Read More
When I walk the streets of a new city, my first instinct is to look up. Almost immediately I’m drawn into the scale of the towering buildings that surround me. Light itself somehow manages to dance between these giants of glass, steel and stone and reflect wildly on the other buildings that surround them.Read More
The entire house slowly darkens, yielding to night's arrival. One room, situated near the front and facing the west, still clings to the dying light and glows a defiant orange. It's quiet and still in the house but yet something still shouts at me to raise the camera. It occurs to me that whatever I capture in the final minutes with this light, this final light, will be the last glimpse of what today looked like.Read More
“You have to check out the State Fair”. It’s been one of the most consistent things I’ve heard since moving to Dallas. Last week I finally had a chance to visit the fair, which is only here for another week or so. The saying goes that everything is bigger in Texas. They might be right. Big trucks, big shows, big rides, huge amounts of food and drinks and lights and sounds that will keep your finger on the shutter button all night long. I’ve managed to edit all there was to see into a two part blog post. Part 2, Illuminated, will be posted soon.Read More
It's strange how much livelier a neighborhood can be at night. By day I could walk past any number of stores and shops in Deep Ellum and the doors are closed, the lights are off and it almost looks abandoned. The vibe of the neighborhood during the day is that there are excellent restaurants and some shops around, but very few people. At night though, that switch is flipped in a big way.Read More
With every new country I move to, I’m lucky to be working in some pretty extraordinary studios, and those studios happen to be situated in some pretty extraordinary neighborhoods. In Sydney, I was working on the Fox Studios Lot next to a place called the Entertainment Quarter that hosted movie premieres at its theater and an amazing farmers market on Wednesdays. If I wasn’t running into celebrities on the lot, I could venture out to see what was happening right next door in the “EQ”. In Montreal, I worked at studios located in the famous and historic Old Port which was full of culture, landmarks, restaurants and plenty of tourists. Now I’m located here in Dallas in a neighborhood called Deep Ellum, and it doesn’t disappoint with its own amazing backstory and culture.Read More