Photographer, based in New Orleans. Lover of tacos, pirogues and awkward conversations about masculinity. Friends call me Road Biscuit.
“I want my beardTo be as long asA road,As long as fifteen bussesLined up side by sideTo jump over.How long? As longAs your arm,Ten feet long.I want it to beA truck.I want it toRun over your eyes.I want it so longYou can’t resist.I want it back withJust a few rough places,Veined with grey.I want my beardTo carry your load, hoeA field, towA barge.Let my beard goHome with you.”- Robert Moses, Paris Review, Fall 1983 Gallery“I want my beardTo be as long asA road,As long as fifteen bussesLined up side by sideTo jump over.How long? As longAs your arm,Ten feet long.I want it to beA truck.I want it toRun over your eyes.I want it so longYou can’t resist.I want it back withJust a few rough places,Veined with grey.I want my beardTo carry your load, hoeA field, towA barge.Let my beard goHome with you.”- Robert Moses, Paris Review, Fall 1983
There’s a spreadsheet on my desktop titled “Ball Jokes Mostly,” created just before starting chemo, two years ago this week. After the initial shock of the diagnosis wore off, I found a lot of comfort in humor—I still do, though I’ve learned it also has its limitations. As some of those memories start to pop back up, this remains one of my favorites: my first trip to the fertility clinic. It was everything that childhood sitcoms had led me to expect: awkward eye contact, a black vinyl couch, a cabinet full of porn…and a bill, because none of it’s covered by insurance. Originally captioned, “Tree of life, potentially.” Still a solid joke, don’t @ me GalleryThere’s a spreadsheet on my desktop titled “Ball Jokes Mostly,” created just before starting chemo, two years ago this week. After the initial shock of the diagnosis wore off, I found a lot of comfort in humor—I still do, though I’ve learned it also has its limitations. As some of those memories start to pop back up, this remains one of my favorites: my first trip to the fertility clinic. It was everything that childhood sitcoms had led me to expect: awkward eye contact, a black vinyl couch, a cabinet full of porn…and a bill, because none of it’s covered by insurance. Originally captioned, “Tree of life, potentially.” Still a solid joke, don’t @ me
Southeast Louisiana’s coastline is beautifully complex (geographically, but also politically). There’s no hard edge to it—no sandy beaches, no highways tracing the waterline. Instead, there are two-lane fingers that push south until they hit the marsh. At the tip of each is a small fishing community, like Pointe-aux-Chenes, pictured here. I’m currently in a deep-dive of articles about the Houma and Pointe-au-Chien Indians who have called this area home, and trying to understand some of the ways these areas have changed over the last few decades—if y’all have recommended readings, please slide in to the DMs! GallerySoutheast Louisiana’s coastline is beautifully complex (geographically, but also politically). There’s no hard edge to it—no sandy beaches, no highways tracing the waterline. Instead, there are two-lane fingers that push south until they hit the marsh. At the tip of each is a small fishing community, like Pointe-aux-Chenes, pictured here. I’m currently in a deep-dive of articles about the Houma and Pointe-au-Chien Indians who have called this area home, and trying to understand some of the ways these areas have changed over the last few decades—if y’all have recommended readings, please slide in to the DMs!
Friends: “Do you miss NYC?” Me: “It’s February, strawberries and crawfish are in season, and it’s a high of 73 degrees today. What was the question? GalleryFriends: “Do you miss NYC?” Me: “It’s February, strawberries and crawfish are in season, and it’s a high of 73 degrees today. What was the question?
Reliving a few memories from four years ago, thanks to recent posts from @beardfoundation. Back in 2015, @jmcollie and I spent 28 days traveling through 23 cities around the country, photographing iconic restaurants and dishes for the USA Pavilion at EXPO Milano, and for JBF’s then-upcoming book, All-American Eats (Rizzoli, 2016). I often get asked about my favorite projects, and this one will forever remain at the top of the list GalleryReliving a few memories from four years ago, thanks to recent posts from @beardfoundation. Back in 2015, @jmcollie and I spent 28 days traveling through 23 cities around the country, photographing iconic restaurants and dishes for the USA Pavilion at EXPO Milano, and for JBF’s then-upcoming book, All-American Eats (Rizzoli, 2016). I often get asked about my favorite projects, and this one will forever remain at the top of the list
