Photographer, based in New Orleans. Lover of tacos, pirogues and awkward conversations about masculinity. Friends call me Road Biscuit.
My buddy @jakemayphoto set some big goals for the year, so I went to Michigan to learn more about them, and to make a few portraits. “This year, I am dedicating to finding myself and self care. It’s my mission to be kind to me, and to love myself. I will do so by treating my body well, through a health and fitness routine, eating well and treating myself to vacations, shows, theater, books, hiking, walking, visiting friends and family and simply choosing people and activities that I find joy in GalleryMy buddy @jakemayphoto set some big goals for the year, so I went to Michigan to learn more about them, and to make a few portraits. “This year, I am dedicating to finding myself and self care. It’s my mission to be kind to me, and to love myself. I will do so by treating my body well, through a health and fitness routine, eating well and treating myself to vacations, shows, theater, books, hiking, walking, visiting friends and family and simply choosing people and activities that I find joy in
Pulled out the old hard drives to make a few prints and got lost down a rabbit hole (see stories) revisiting one of my first series, FRESH (2012-2014). The project was simple, but loaded with personal meaning after spending almost 10 years exploring food in California’s Central Valley. This work also marked a big transition for me personally, as I shifted more creative energy from marketing to photography, and started to plan my move to NYC. I usually find it difficult to revisit old work, but it’s fun to look back and see how this has all woven through relationships over the years. What a crazy ride. GalleryPulled out the old hard drives to make a few prints and got lost down a rabbit hole (see stories) revisiting one of my first series, FRESH (2012-2014). The project was simple, but loaded with personal meaning after spending almost 10 years exploring food in California’s Central Valley. This work also marked a big transition for me personally, as I shifted more creative energy from marketing to photography, and started to plan my move to NYC. I usually find it difficult to revisit old work, but it’s fun to look back and see how this has all woven through relationships over the years. What a crazy ride.
Adding to the list of towns I’ve mispronounced down here: Delacroix (“del-uh-crow”), a small fishing community in St. Bernard Parish, resettled by Isleños in the early 1800s. Surrounding the town is a series of canals and small marshy islands (like this one), home to a wide variety of fish and wildlife. In the 1930s, a road was built to connect the “island” to the mainland—a sign where it dead-ends reads, “The End of the World GalleryAdding to the list of towns I’ve mispronounced down here: Delacroix (“del-uh-crow”), a small fishing community in St. Bernard Parish, resettled by Isleños in the early 1800s. Surrounding the town is a series of canals and small marshy islands (like this one), home to a wide variety of fish and wildlife. In the 1930s, a road was built to connect the “island” to the mainland—a sign where it dead-ends reads, “The End of the World
Over the holidays, @joythebaker and I hosted a dinner for friends in the spirit of a traditionally New Orleans réveillon (sans the midnight mass). We drank and ate gumbo z’herbes and rabbit pot pie, and one-by-one I asked each person a question—some variation of either, “What’s one thing from 2018 you hope to carry in to the new year,” or “What’s something for which you’re currently grateful?” The questions were basic and the answers weren’t really surprising—collectively, we’re grateful for family, for growth, for our health, for re/discovering joy or personal strength. But each of these conversations also offered a reminder of how important it is to find gratitude and perspective, and to make time to simply listen to others. From @jdonenfeld: “Your time is only your own, and it’s yours to waste, or it’s yours to take advantage of GalleryOver the holidays, @joythebaker and I hosted a dinner for friends in the spirit of a traditionally New Orleans réveillon (sans the midnight mass). We drank and ate gumbo z’herbes and rabbit pot pie, and one-by-one I asked each person a question—some variation of either, “What’s one thing from 2018 you hope to carry in to the new year,” or “What’s something for which you’re currently grateful?” The questions were basic and the answers weren’t really surprising—collectively, we’re grateful for family, for growth, for our health, for re/discovering joy or personal strength. But each of these conversations also offered a reminder of how important it is to find gratitude and perspective, and to make time to simply listen to others. From @jdonenfeld: “Your time is only your own, and it’s yours to waste, or it’s yours to take advantage of
A lot of change in 2018, a lot of hustle, and a lot to be grateful for heading in to the new year. At the top of that list is Delta flight #835 and the TSA pre-check line, which brought @joythebaker into my life over summer. Also at the top, and in no particular order: friends, fishing and family. Laughter and levity. Personal space. A new city. Community. Incredible clients. And sourdough? It’s a long list. Happy new year, friends. Let’s cook and go fishing together even more in 2019! GalleryA lot of change in 2018, a lot of hustle, and a lot to be grateful for heading in to the new year. At the top of that list is Delta flight #835 and the TSA pre-check line, which brought @joythebaker into my life over summer. Also at the top, and in no particular order: friends, fishing and family. Laughter and levity. Personal space. A new city. Community. Incredible clients. And sourdough? It’s a long list. Happy new year, friends. Let’s cook and go fishing together even more in 2019!
