"Love Triangle" in the park

What an amazing day yesterday:)

As one of four participating teams in Prague's first "Creative Community" fashion competition, my creative dream-team and I spent a beautiful, if not exhausting day among the spring bloom of Petrin.

Without giving away any secrets, the timing of the collectively assigned theme, 'Love Triangle', stuck a strangely personal chord within the team, reaffirming the idea that art often imitates reality.

I find it curious that when I picture the word triangle, I first imagine a pyramid, solid and stable. And yet, as soon as one attempts to spread human emotion over three points, the pyramid becomes much more like a teeter totter, constantly shifting, constantly seeking balance, one side at the expense of the other.

Although I never leave a shoot without thinking I could have done better, I have faith in the work we have done and credit my team fully for making it happen. Regardless of who wins, I am grateful for the opportunity to simply work together, and for that I have already won.

Pending the official unveiling next Saturday in Jet Set, here's a little sneak peak of some "behind the scenes."

Out of sight, out of mind...

Going through my archives in preparation for my pending "Impressions" coming-out has been a real trip. Since it seems a shame to have so many volumes hidden away behind all those ones and zeros, I intend to start posting whatever little interesting tidbits I find along the way.
Here's a few back from Cordoba, June 2008.
Viva! Viva!!

Lost, and Found

I quite randomly found the following passsage today, written during my first year in Prague, during the first baby steps of Impressions.

Was like meeting a distant friend I had forgetten about.

I love the last sentence. It really makes me see just how far I've come.

Funny how much can change, yet stay the same.

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Feb 07

There are several words of wisdom I have tried to live by over the years, one of which may stand out among all. In the eternally relevant words of Confucius, “the Superior Man lives by ruling his Desires, the small man by receiving special favors.”

Yet despite the years of master plans, I realize that I am sadly ruled much more by the passing whimsy of the wind than I am of any personal determinations.

My so-called sense of discipline has become almost laughable in the face of neglected friendships, unfulfilling commercial employment, and seemingly incoherent volumes of personal work.

As un-insightful as it may seem, I have come to surrender to the notion that nothing really means much of anything.

Hopefully, one day I will have worked it all out, but in the meantime, I continue to fake it, pretending I know what I’m doing when, inside, I’m just going where my photos take me, trying to make sense of it all when it’s done.