Archive for August, 2010


My favorite shots from Outside Lands festival last weekend shooting for 944 Magazine.



In my quest to constantly improve on my food photography I picked up an assignment from Rivera Public Relations to photograph three peach-inspired dishes at three different restaurants yesterday. According to Rivera, “recently a study revealed that extracts found in peaches and plums have been shown to kill breast cancer cells while not hurting other cells. Rivera PR is working with the stone fruit farmers and the California Tree Fruit Agreement to spread the word about these findings.  From August 15th – September 15th, twenty San Francisco restaurants have joined the fight to participate in “Peaches + Plum Dining Month.” $1 of selected menu items featuring peaches and/or plums will benefit The Breast Cancer Site, which funds free mammograms, and has emerged as a leader in the fight to detect and prevent breast cancer.”

The restaurants I photographed at were Gitane (first dish), Fifth Floor (second dish), and Marlowe (last dish). With the Gitane dish I balanced window light and light from a grid, with the Fifth Floor I used natural light + reflectors, and with Marlowe I bounced my strobe off a silver wall and used a reflector and mirrors in the front. Photographing that dish was really challenging for me to get the light to cover evenly over everything.


Photographed Scott Campbell aka DJ Cams last week in the Mission district of San Francisco. He requested a simple background so I used a white fence found via google earth and a couple spots my buddy Anthony found walking around and saving pics of spots to his smart phone. The last picture is Scott in my clunker which looks sleeker than it actually is. All lit with a beauty dish.


Went to LA with my good buddy and killer photographer Anthony Kurtz a lil while back. We played around with his new pocket wizards for some high speed flash shots (that’s him in them), photographed his friend in her car, then drove out to the Mojave desert in the middle of the night. We arrived just after midnight in a small town off the freeway. “Population 12”, according to the gas station attendant. After wriggling under an eight foot fence, we found ourselves in a graveyard of hundreds of skeletal remains of rusty old cars, illuminated by a 7/8th full moon. Fun times for sure!