I went to New York to shoot a wedding. I shot some black and white film too.
Mila and Shawn’s gorgeous Yelapa wedding is being featured on Green Wedding Shoes today. These two are absolutely amazing people and I had a blast with their friends and family who flew in from Los Angeles for the festivities. The full post is soon to come, but for now check it out by clicking below.
I’m pretty stoked to share that I was chosen as one of the 30 Rising Stars of Wedding Photography by Rangefinder magazine. I remember looking at last year’s line up in PDN (Photo District News for those not in the industry) and thinking that’s where I wanted to be. It is so incredibly humbling to be on that list with such amazing photographers. I love what I do and to be recognized for that is such an amazing honor. I definitely couldn’t have done it without my clients who entrust the most important day of their lives to me. Thank you so much for putting your faith in my work and allowing me to live the dream.
The whole process begins with 150 photographers from around the world who are nominated by the editors of Rangefinder and PDN. These photographers are notified and asked to submit an additional portfolio for review to be named one of the 30 up and coming wedding photographers in the world. Craziness. Here are some of my favorites from the portfolio that didn’t make the Rangefinder spread.
After we napped we woke up to a sea of people in the center of Patzcuaro. The amount of tourists had tripled if not quadrupled in the hour we had been in the car. We made our way down to the pier to get a boat over to the the island of Janitzio where we had planned to spend the night in the panteon. The majority of the people seemed to be adolescents drinking like we were on a party boat in Cancun which was definitely not we what had come for, but we dealt with it nonetheless. We got to the island and seperated ourselves from the crowd to start our way up the steep walkways that lead to the panteon and then proceeded to wait for a few hours until the procession came through. At this point it was essentially a mad house. People with beers, others shoving their cameras in the faces of the women walking by and Regina and I trying to be discrete and stop the pushing that was beginning on the outskirts of the crowd. As it happened the procession ended up passing directly in front of us and I was able to document the hecticness which can be seen in the face of one of the younger girls as she looks back through the crowd once she passed through.
We made our way inside the gates and it was dark. Pitch black. Since we were some of the first inside the altars hadn’t all been set up yet. You could make out figures next to some of the tombs, but not much more. Women lighting candles, placing baskets of bread and sweets next to the graves. Most of the people there to view were just walking directly through the panteon and up the hill then back down the other side to the waiting boat or stumbling as it were in the cases of the more inebriated visitors. We broke apart and made our way over to the edge of the panteon and set our candles in front of one of the tombs which were more or less retangular plots of dirt cordoned off by rocks. We spent the entire night in that spot watching the women and families come and place their offerings. Every time someone made their way towards us I thought this is it, this is the family of whomever we are holding vigil for, but no one stopped at our tomb. The entire night we waited and no one came. The rest of the tombs were adorned with flowers and candles and each one had someone sitting or sleeping next to it the entire night, but no one came to claim where we were sitting. We held vigil over that tomb all night into the early hours of the morning. Once the tourists and photographers started to make their way through again we said our goodbyes and made our exit. Tired, but content.
Two years ago I went to Patzcuaro for Dia de Los Muertos. I had a wedding in Zihuatanejo, Guerrero the weekend before so I took the five hour bus ride from Zihua to meet Regina in Morelia, Michoacan and we drove to Patzcuaro the next day. We started out late, as usual, but we realized it had all been for a reason when we came upon the perigrinacion (procesion) by the charros from Morelia to Patzcuaro. This procesion happens in every town for every big celebration and the fact that we started out at the exact time they did gave us a little insight into what we were in store for.
The first day was spent wandering through the town with me taking photos and Regina laughing about how everyone really does speak to me in English even when I’m walking around with Mexicans. She didn’t believe me. We got homemade ice cream and ate some of the best tacos I have ever had. We went to a bakery where they were making pan de muertos (bread of the dead), my favorite, and got some fresh out of the oven. We talked to everyone we could and then took a nap to prepare for the night where we would sleep on the island of Janitzio. Little did we know just how incredible that night would be.
These are the photos from that first day. You can see the Holga photos I took here and tomorrow will be the photos of Janitzio. They deserve their own post entirely and I feel it’s only fitting that I post each day on the prospective date that they were taken two years ago.