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ironic hipster experts and taste-makers can suck it! yeah, i’m talking to you.
sometimes i get emails from creative agencies. agencies offering career mentoring. they want you to pay them to review your work. whatever. often times the “experts” and “taste-makers” are twentysomethings who have been anointed as experts by themselves and their other hipsters friends. they often post photos from “emerging” photographers whose work they think is swell. some of it’s good, but a lot of it is, well, decidedly ungood. When I see that work, it just makes me want to raise my middle finger to the photographic tastemakers, who can kickstart a career or choose to ignore work they don’t feel is hip enough. it typically makes me want to create something. to prove that i have a pretty unique way of seeing and i can execute that vision. i got one of those emails, so i spent about three minutes shooting this. i like it, so who really gives a rat’s ass what some hipster thinks? That’s a rhetorical question, by the way. and it’s not shot with a freaking iPhone with a trendy app that makes poorly composed, poorly lit, out-of-focus images appear to be edgy art. these were made with an honest-to-God camera with a lens i had to turn the focus ring on. imagine that.
thursday night boy wranglin’
Teresa with Henry and Jack, last night. Fuji x100s.
a delayed spring
Lawrence, KS, April 11, 2013.
old school NBA
I recently purchased a negative scanner so that I could scan some of my old work. 1984 NBA Playoff game.
kansas city weekend
March 23 & 24, 2013.
red spoons, blue bird
March 19, 2013.
old school march madness
Pontiac, Michigan, 1988.
Kansas defeated in-state rival Kansas State in Detroit to the 1988 Final Four and became the eventual national champion. Danny Manning and Head Coach Larry Brown celebrate their win over the Wildcats.
don’t fence me in
Henry, March 14, 2013.

































