A Film? How the Idea Began The idea didn’t come from a storyboard or a pitch — it grew in the quiet spaces between photographs. The moments no one plans for. During shoots, I began noticing the in-between: the meals crowded around a table, the way a voice softened on the porch at dusk, the
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Possession. Now He’s Mine (Only for the Shot!) What happens in the silent space between model and lens. It comforts me, it infects me—this sudden, surgical attraction.Not for the man, but for the way the light fractures along his ribs when he exhales. For the way his pupils swallow the room when he realizes I’m
Naked or Nude? Chiaroscuro, Not Chippendales Recently, I found myself in a familiar debate with the curator of my book—a man of sharp intellect and, as he readily confessed, old-school Southern propriety. I joked that his deep-South upbringing might explain his slightly puritanical take on nudity. His stance was firm: every nude image is inherently
AI vs. Mosquito Massacre Recently, I exchanged a few comments about AI-generated images—after I tried (and failed) to recreate one myself. The attempt ended in disaster thanks to a gold-glitter malfunction. Think “wardrobe malfunction,” but artier—and messier. I was aiming for elegance, but instead ended up with something between a sparkly accident and a cautionary
Tell Me Lies I don’t call myself a photographer.I use a camera, but not to document reality. I’m after images that leave room for doubt.Not the obvious kind, but the kind that hides in plain sight:A shadow that could be sorrow or surrender,A gaze that suggests devotion—or deception. I want a picture to make you
The Ephemeral Beauty: Capturing What Time Cannot Hold Ephemeral Beauty: A question I frequently encounter is why my photography focuses almost exclusively on young people. While the answer feels intuitive to me, I understand the curiosity, as it touches on the core of my artistic vision. The answer centers on a specific, compelling stage of
The Paradox:In the creative process, particularly when arranging nude models in a composition, I find myself entwined in a fascinating contradiction. It’s a delicate dance between my own vulnerability and the physical exposure of my subjects. This paradox raises a poignant question: who is truly revealing the most – the artist or the models? On
January-March 2025 The journey has ended, but the images remain.What began as an exploration of youth, masculinity, and silence unfolded into something far more intimate. In March, I completed two intense shoots—one featuring a pair of twins (technically triplets, though the third was absent), shaped by a background of strict homophobia. Their gestures, at first
We were in the living room of my quarters at Suesca, in the old Hacienda where we were staying for the photo shoots. The room had an air of historical grandeur, its aged walls lined with artworks that hinted at its storied past. Andrés, somewhat shy and naturally reserved, requested to be photographed alone. Acknowledging
