LETTER FROM THE EDITOR Sitting in a coffee shop listening to a relative stranger tell her story, I was hooked. The story was the pivot of all pivots in a time when chaos ruled, and a virus had shut down life and seemingly hope... well not entirely. Everyone around the...
LETTER FROM THE EDITOR So, it’s the end of May. Ideally we try to get these magazines out at the beginning of the month, but then life happens and you’re closer to Memorial Day than you are Mother’s Day. But all in all that seems appropriate for this month’s edition....
LETTER FROM THE EDITOR Of the Earth, get dirty, dig. Journeys are never what they seem to those who aren’t you traveling your path. Plans, ideas, seeds, we all have idyllic visions of how things could or should look, only to be surprised at what actually takes hold in...
Avree Anderson Letter From The Editor She had had enough. "Pompous Ass!" echoed through the ornate Victorian in Oak Park. I was 7 years old and finally had pushed my Mother to the brink. Contemplating my latest interjection, I questioned whether I would see another...
Windows Please. Gesturing That four top in the middle would be great. Thanks! Creativity on the Go Change it up. To quote Paul Simon, "Hop on a bus, Gus and set yourself free." Break up the monotony of the routine and see life from a different perspective. Doesn't...
Vicky Chow Who's ready for a massage? It's Monday, July 1st and my hands ache. No, it's not arthritis. The last few months feel like a blur. A handful of fashion shoots, gym and composer portraits, concert shoots, photo editing on steroids and business expansion have...
It was 2010 when I left the Midwest and never looked back. Even before I started college back in 2003, I knew that New York would be home for me. I even wrote about it in my clarinet journals for school. Freelancing and building an empire in NYC, living the dream. And...
"Fill the frame", he'd say in that Ukrainian accent of his. "Allllleks, look at this photo you took. The action, the story is over here, (pointing to the upper left hand corner of the photo) yet you chose to fill your frame with grass and nothing. Get in closer. Fill...
My favorite feeling in the world is advancing a frame on my Nikon F. It's a manual advance and it sings to my heart each time I rip one over. The sound of the shutter opening is a close second. For me, on the other end of that frame advance is possibility. It's...
I have a hang up on neon. Yes, I loooooove photographing old signs like these in the wildstreets of NYC. Neon (Ne) itself produces that classic red-orange color. These signs are most likely are rarefied neon or florescent lights in the style of Neon, but for ease...
