This whole "eating well" thing has gone too far. I appreciate the science and studies and proliferation of knowledge that are helping us create new, healthier lifestyles after a generation or two of chemistry projects thinly disguised as convenience foods. I myself climb tirelessly (I'm lying,...
This is who they are: Rebecca- Quietly powerful, a reader and thinker, a writer and dreamer. Sweet with an edge of awesome. Jason- A geek and a poet, a techie and a romantic. An honest, trustworthy, genuinely good man. We trekked all over Fort Edmonton Park for these...
Here's what you can't see: It was late at night, on a lakeshore in central Alberta. I'd driven through a storm to get there (and gotten completely lost while distracted by the glorious storm-soaked sunset, good light is always my Achilles heel), but it cleared up...
This is who they are: Brandi- a beautiful, strong, empowered, kind and generous spirit who I fell utterly in love with the first time I photographed her Mathias- her sweet, quiet, funny and thoughtful true love You may have heard me say that I "don't do weddings" but the...
So Kim was a sideway friend when she first came in- the sort of friend that you see at other people's houses and like but barely know. She came in for a shoot with another friend a couple of years ago, and because we had...
We're Not In Kansas Anymore The first clue that Lucky Pierre's was not the sort of place I had been to before was the sleekly muscled male dancers taking turns on the pole in the window behind the bar. Visible to both passersby and those waiting...
The stone courtyard was lit by gas lanterns, warm, golden light that drew the photographers one by one like unwise moths. We had laughed and talked and made eerily beautiful underwater art in a pool under the stars, framed by stone walls full of history...
These photos were shot on our last night at Race and Religious, lit only by a single light at the end of the stone pool. Learning to use the underwater housing was an exercise in laughter and cooperation- the photographers passed the camera around while...
We met under eerie green lights near the Voodoo Shop, ready for an evening of campy adventure, and that's exactly what we got. History and tragedy, ghosts and horror, incredible architecture...
It's a sad truth of the world that the most beautiful women can't see their own beauty. This is one of those times. Want to help me change it? This is the first Official Photo from the retreat, and of course it's not classic boudoir at...
I don't remember who took their clothes off first, but the cascade of naked bodies into the pool was immediate. After nights of girl talk and sharing confidences and building trust, a day of empowering boudoir photography, showgirl costumes and wandering around in lingerie, and then...
"Everything is shimmying BUT my booty!" Meg's frustrated commentary had us in stitches. I'm not sure burlesque class made me feel sexier, exactly, but it sure as hell was fun. We flirted with our boas and challenged the audience with our eyes, raking satin-gloved hands provocatively...