How would you answer the question, “Do you want to be angel?”
Wait before you answer; you’re going to need to stand still for a single pose for thirty to forty-five minutes in the dark while I whirl about you like a dervish with an arsenal of flashlights, lasers, and strobe lights. You can bring props, and you can wear as much or as little as you’d like as long as it’s about you. Most important of all you need to bring a hat. And oh yeah, don’t faint.
For fifteen years I’ve been asking the question and for fifteen years angels have answered. The results are here in the book Los Angeles.
I'm a second-generation photographer. I live in the shadow of the Matterhorn. Every one on the cul-de-sac knows when it’s 9:35. The booms of Disney’s fireworks are the heartbeat of our summer evenings. You can still see the bombs bursting in the air if you’re young enough to climb the fifty-year-old tree in my front yard. I’ve attended the local schools, but most of my training in photography came from my family’s photography business, which was started the day that I was born. I’ve been an artist exhibiting my work around the world since 1986 and a photography teacher at a local college since 1996. Photography is my life.