I’ve written a few times before my love of haunted places. Although I rarely have an experience, there’s usually a different feeling about a place once inside. I’ve stayed at the notoriously and supposedly haunted Myrtles a couple of times. The first time I had a minor experience — one hardly worth mentioning. The second time was even less mentionable, however the difference in the feeling of the rooms of where I was staying and the ones from another side of the house were noticeable and defined by a heavy feeling in the air. The next morning, after speaking with the people who had stayed in that part of the house, we learned that they didn’t experience anything unusual. My friends and I slept like babies. Either way, it was a fun trip marked by late night drinking, louder than loud bullfrogs and cicada and a foot dip in the fountain.
St. Francisville, LA
June 26, 2013
My photography business offers documentary event photography curtailed for modern marketing and content sharing. I like to tell stories about the events that organizers work so hard to make.
May 17, 2013
While working this shoot, a police officer stood nearby, watching the model; watching me. I thought he was going to ask for paperwork although I knew it was fine. He instead asked about the equipment I was using since he was an amateur photographer. I explained the light setup and what kind of look we were going for. He nodded and walked away.
Flat Iron District
New York City
April 8, 2013
We begin at the end of the story.
It was midnight when we started shooting. It was inspired by Eyes Without A Face, the horror French classic made in 1960. When we finished, we realized that we had created our own story.
More to come…