Here are a pair of photographs I made with Olga Sorokina, the creative director and face of IRFE. I’ve always enjoyed 1920s fashion and creative ideas born from the Surrealist writers and artists of the era so when the two of us collaborated on these portraits, I was mighty happy.
All of these were made with love and all of them are $25 each. If you buy more than one, the price of shipping stays the same.
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New prints including “The Stranger”, “Rope” and “The Experiment: Santa” are now available. These are of high quality and will last you a lifetime.
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Prints include these:
Before we did her hair and wrapped rope around her face, we enjoyed a dinner of shrimp mixed in with the quinoa. We drank red wine and listened to Nitzer Ebb, Jazz and Blues. My fiance threaded her hair into braids then the rope. The look was inspired by Romans. The rope was inspired by Manila.
November 27, 2012
I’m a working photographer based in New York who’d like to photograph your band in one hour or less. There’s no catch. This is a free offer.
My goal is to add more band photography to my portfolio and give you badass pictures for promotional use (crediting me is all I ask). Sessions will be one hour or less. I prefer to go to you or an environment that you feel you own. I’ll bring the lights and camera.
I’m offering this to only 5 artists. My style is moody, surrealist and based in ghost photography, wet plate, and other classic methods. If this fits your style, email me the following: an online link to a site so I can hear your music, short bio and when you’re best available to discuss details.
My schedule is pretty packed the next few weeks but I’ll make sure to reserve some time for you.
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